Weekend in Santo Jorge

After a couple of failed attempts to enjoy a quick family vacation earlier in the year, we finally found a weekend we could escape the cloudy skies at home for warmer pastures. We loaded up in our car and headed south for the desert.

We were lucky enough to convince Grammy Lu and Bunk to join us. They are endlessly patient when traveling with our littles. They didn't mind when Bug realized that saying she had to go potty = getting out of the car, and proceeded to repeat herself every 10 miles. They didn't mind when I had to feed Mister half a bag of animal crackers to keep him quiet, or when we spent three hours every afternoon flopping about the condo like slugs while the kiddos slept. It was fantastic.

One of our favorite outings while we were there was a quick trip to Pioneer Park. Turns out the Pioneer Park in St. George is full of beautiful red rocks and sand, as opposed to the Pioneer Park in Salt Lake City, which is full of homeless men and drug dealers.

I've always been wary of that tank top's propensity to make me look 4 months pregnant when I'm not. I bought it even though it was a size larger than I normally wear since it was on clearance for FIVE DOLLARS.
Fears confirmed. It's going in the maternity bin.

Can you even...? (P.S. Other shoe was safely stored in Daddy's pocket)

Bug scrambled all over the rocks searching for the perfect place to shout "Vinyah!", which, being translated, is the African chant at the beginning of Lion King.

Mr. Baggins has a particular affinity for both of his grandpas, but doesn't seem to care much for either one of his grandmas, at least until he has had some time to warm up. Grammy Lu worked for hours, DAYS even, to get this kind of interaction.

By the end of the weekend, though, she was the only one he trusted to lead him into the pool for splash time.

Bug had no such reservations about the water.

Daddy and Bunk engaged in a classic round of Throw The Kid

Back at our rented condo, Bug got the whole spa treatment.

SPOILED.

The weekend was relaxing, slow-paced, and absolutely perfect. We came home well-rested with our skin tingling from the sunshine and a Daddy who is ONE YEAR OLDER.

Happy birthday, sweetheart.

Would that every girl could be so lucky.