Two weeks ago, the entire Bradshaw clan descended upon Park City to wreak its own special brand of havoc on the land. All seven Bradshaw boys, spouses, a gaggle of nine little children, two grandparents, a granduncle and the occasional visitor filled a cabin for a week of crazy.
Andy and I drove to Utah with Carter, the best road-tripping toddler on the planet. We stopped in Tahoe to visit with dear friends who were serendipitously in town from Oregon. We braved a night at Circus Circus in Reno to break up the drive.
Olivia and Parker. Carter insists on crawling to the front of every picture.
Carter with new friends and bubbles.
My dear friend, Jalapeno, and our growing families!
Just chillin in my hotel room.
Perfect quote for my little Boogie.
Boogie taking manspreading to another level.
The week in Utah is a blur of binge-watching Olympics, hot tubbing with kids, cooking, eating, visiting friends, playing in the reservoir, eating Cafe Rio, BBQ-ing in the rain and hanging with family.
So happy in the hot tub!
Demsey took such good care of the Boogs.
Wubbles hanging like a champ.
Had to keep this blurry one because this face!
Bubbles in the hot tub at night on Carter’s birthday.
My first bull moose!
Hiding from the rain.
Doing push ups on the log.
Park City alpine slides
I swear I cracked the eggs and they landed like this!
Boogie and Micro getting their game on.
Chow and her precious Lottie.
Munching on strawberries.
Wubbles and Boogie
Look who we ran into at the Arts Fair! Two of my favorite people in the whole world!
The boys spent the week building forts and booby traps in the forest.
Want. To. Squeeze. Those. Thighs.
And of course, the requisite Bradshaw Boy awkward family photos:
Because, I don’t know why. They’re the Bradshaws.
Andy’s sexy pose.
Pull ups on a log. Because this is also a tradition. Don’t ask me why.
They photos just get weirder.
Andy’s spread eagle pull ups.
The awkwardest one of all. Instant Bradshaw classic. Wish John was here!
After I recovered from E. Coli poisoning, my family’s Kauai vacation was filled, in this order, with baby’s continued cold and borderline fever, mom and brother’s food poisoning, rain, rain, brother’s cold and fever on one day of sun, rain, rain and more rain. And hot tubbing. Every single day.
And the best part is, it was a wonderful, lovely vacation!
I’ve known for a long time that sometimes, Heavenly Father takes me out with sickness to make me lay down and rest. Basically, I don’t know how to do this, even when I want to. This time, I think he took out my whole family to make us all sit around together doing nothing but eat, talk and sleep. Even the internet and our phones didn’t work from the hotel.
We made it to the beach once, splashed in the pool a couple times and ate a lot of hotel food. Dave and I sat in the hot tub everyday. We talked and talked and talked. It was beautiful.
Kauai round two with Andy to come in January! My cup runneth over.
Towel baby sushi roll.
Smallest and most picturesque farmer’s market.
Baby’s first coconut water
St. Regis dinner.
St. Regis sunset
Snuggles with Agoo
If I stuff the whole thing in my mouth sideways, no one will see me
Back off my drumsticks, mom.
Double fisting drumsticks.
David Agoo sleeps just like baby.
Baby’s first waterslide.
Wearing grown up socks
Apparently Koi are worth a fortune!
David Agoo, I’m going to mess you up for holding me like this.