Preparing for the trip. These two photos were taken at Mom and Dad's pond in Missouri, where we were practicing looking tough and wearing cowboy hats. Note: we did not give Seth that black eye. He gave it to himself. Long story.
In preparation for the journey, Steph bought the boys real cowboy hats. Because of those hats, they were allowed past the border; here they are, posing at the farm.
As is the way with our family, most vacations are accompanied by some sort of manual labor. Here are Nana and Noah unloading our kitchen boxes. Noah was very conscientious about packing the old farm plates (to be replaced with ours) correctly.
Relaxing after a long day's work. . .
And enjoying some fun in the sun at Aunt Ann and Uncle Charlie's pool.
Sunday morning brought out their Western best. Watch out, cowgirls!
Like manual labor, every vacation also has to have some connection with airplanes. We dined at an airport cafe on Sunday and, lo and behold, they were holding a raffle for a plane!
In a coup d'etat for Uncle John, he had dug up two bins and a box of legos from his childhood. The boys were in lego heaven, plus we promised them that they could have a cosmic battle before we went back home. Noah and I were on the castle team, while John and Seth were armed with a pirate ship and some sort of militant caribbean island.
On the last night, we had a wonderful family meal--chicken divan, courtesy of Kay. Here we are at Tom and Kay's; thanks, Seth, for snapping this picture.