Rick was traveling for work right up to when we were to go to Island Park on vacation. So instead of waiting for Rick to get home for the drive, we met up in Vegas. It was a fairly uneventful trip up. On the way home however, in epic Sunday night traffic, Simon decided to throw up all over just as we were pulling over for a bathroom break. We cleaned him up the best we could but I won't lie, it wasn't fun.
The kids and I had to stop at the "train" McDonald's in Barstow. I remember this place from road trips of my youth. It was blazing hot outside, around 110 degrees, so a little break was nice.
Once we met up with Rick we had to go to the Rio. This is Simon doing his best impression of Grandpa Rich.
Fishing for the first time.
Glad we brought boots.
Simon's catch (it was a private, stocked lake)
GOLF! Grandma Vicki and Papa Allen gave Simon a real Lynx putter as an early birthday present. He was so excited to be on the putting practice course. I even took him to hit a bucket of balls at the new driving range. It was dang cute.
Big Springs after church. I had a massive migraine, on top of morning sickness, so I stayed home with Simon while he napped.
Simon the hayseed
Before we got on the road to SLC
Two cutie patooties
Visiting with Wyatt at Aunt Marci's house
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