|Strolling Minnihaha Creek|
|Loving being the center of attention in Great Grandma's living room|
Thursday we packed our bags up with warm clothes, ready to go.
It was Finley's first flight, and we weren't sure how he'd do. Andrew got a hot tip; make a cherrios necklace. "Babe, where's your yarn," he asked just before we left. I thought it was odd, now I think he's a genius.
Our flight was late at night, so my hope was that Finley would sleep on the flight, even though I know he really only likes to sleep in his crib. I knew it would be awesome, or a disaster. So, he surprised us and stayed up the whole flight. He loved it and was happy the whole time, even while we got our rental car.
Falling asleep that night was another story. No bueno.
Minnesota is so beautiful in the fall, us Californians must admit that we had season-envy. Fall leaves, brisk air.
Finley loves family vacations. He loves having plenty of people to impress and read stories to.
|"Anytime your need an E flat, you just lemme know, tay gweat gwamma?"|
|Finley in my mom's yellow high chair.|
The wedding was beautiful and lovely, and it was a great three day vacation.
On the flight back, Finley thought it was party time for the first hour, and was having a blast. But then the tiredness hit. He didn't have the adrenaline of, "I'm in a new place, let's stay awake and happy," anymore because we had been in a new place for a few days. He made it clear he wanted to NAP!
|Sometimes you gotta be TWINSIES!|