This past Sunday the natives were restless and needed to get out of the house.
We set out for a stroll in mother nature’s mountain paradise.
Tired of being cooped up this one was ready for the fresh air.
Ever tried to breathe normally with your head out the window?
This guy crossed our path and made us all squeal.
Get a boy out of the house and he becomes a different person.
So much to see, so much to smell, so many different nature-y noises.
Oye. My back was tired at the end of the stroll. But I secretly loved the long, downhill cuddle.
“What a beautiful world!“
This one has a tendency of getting himself in some sticky situations.
Throwing rocks in a stream never gets old.
I never would have believed I could feel so much love for three little men.
But I do.
Thanks Mother Nature. You never fail to disappoint.
We’ll be back.