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!
Every year for the last, oh, ten years or so, my very un-Mormon Chen cousins (and our honorary cousin friends) descend, from all over the country, upon Salt Lake City to take the slopes by storm, eat disgusting amounts of Cafe Rio sweet pork barbacoa, play a stupid horse racing board game, hot tub and have a good time. Andy and I are the very-Mormon contingent praying to redeem the souls of our fallen relatives and generally trying to save our rental house from being struck by lightning.
I think age and children have toned down the debauchery and volume of our family gatherings, but not the hilarity and fun. I love love love spending time with my cousins. Raunchy, loud, bacon-gobbling, nerdy-Star-Wars-game-playing, fun-loving people that they are. We missed the people who couldn’t make it this year; you people better block off your calendars for 2017!
I didn’t snowboard this year; so, we visited close friends and family instead. These are people I love so much that every time we see them, Andy and I have a serious conversation about moving to Utah. ME. In UTAH. Mind not computing.
The trip bonus? Andy and I volunteered to be bumped to a later flight in exchange for airline vouchers. So, next year’s flights are already handled! Vince, start planning please!
This year’s cousin crew + honorary cousins.
Uncle Vince is so happy to see Carter. Carter is confused.
Carter and Micro at the zoo.
That lion wants to eat my son.
Carter’s first carousel ride!
While I was at the zoo, Andy was boarding with Vince and Dave
Carter’s first crush. Kate is the first name he’s ever said.
Carter’s first tubing ride. He was not pleased.
The most genius traveling toy, courtesy of my cousin, Katherine.