First up, the drive:
"Oooohh! Oregon is so beautiful and majestic and blah, blah, blah." These people are liars. Or at least it felt that way when I had been driving through this for eternity.
Most of the group went to Peterson's Rock Garden (I stayed at the rental with a finally sleeping baby). Apparently Sprout loved it and got to pee in a water bottle for the first time. *tear* He's finally becoming a big boy.
|With a Wirt cousin.|
|With the coveted feather.|
|With a Wirt cousin and an Oregon Mitchell cousin.|
There was a pool for guest use that had a little wading pool for little guys. Sprout and Little Lady were both big fans, and we were able to go play with our California Mitchell cousins. (Sorry the pictures are SO blurry.) Little Lady had a massive blow out on the drive over, so, she ended up swimming in just a diaper that Aunt Liz lovingly bought for her since I had brought no money with me.
At the house we had lots of conversation, chalk, bubbles, food, air hockey, walking trails, and a pretty view.
|Pajama conversation with Aunt Liz.|
|All of the Mitchell grandkids.|
|About two weeks apart, and good buds.|
|Grandpa with the granddaughters.|
|All of the grandsons.|
I was very grateful to give my kids the opportunity to see these cousins they hardly know. Hopefully they can all grow up to be good friends!