...to Grandmother's house we go. And Granddad too. Mid-July, we loaded up the kids and junk, threw it all into a Southwest 737, somehow survived a very long (okay, it was only 4.5 hours) ride to the East Coast from VA. I won't name names but it was awful--no one napped, someone pooped alot, same someone didn't want to be held longer than 10 seconds. We were so glad when it was over! The way home wasn't as bad, probably partially due to experience and lowered expectations. We spent 10 days at Steve's parents house in Virginia (a few of which Steve and his Dad were down in SC tending to our rental home between tenants). We played on the farm quite a bit, rode the ATV alot, visited the cows daily, enjoyed the cooler weather (cooler than AZ at least) and got to visit with lots of family.
The 5-wheeler is always good fun
Some of the ladies
We were out looking a cows one day and this cute little turtle just came walking out in front of us, it kind of surprised me because I didn't know wild turtles lived in the area. (Give me a break, I'm a city girl) So when I saw it, I'm all "oh my, a turtle, get Brian over here quick to see this!" and Steve's all "um, I don't think it's going anywhere!" Oh yeah, duh!
Brian was very interested in the little guy
4 Generations of Hurts--that's alot of Hurt right there, look at all that blonde! You can't breed it out of the Hurts, it just sticks, no matter what!
Enjoying the porch swing at Great-Grandma and great-Granddaddy Hurt's house
Steve and the kids on the "big rock." Every generation back to Steve's grandpa and his siblings had a picture on big rock, you guessed it, a really big rock in the middle of the farm. We'll have to get a better one when the kids are older and more cooperative (and also, maybe not wearing a Perry the Platypus shirt?)
No comments:
Post a Comment