Last week, Lincoln, Cora, and I (Nicole) flew to Montana where my parents live to visit them and to meet up with my sister, Kari, and her son Peyton who drove down from Canada. The week in one paragraph went like this: big breath. . . This was Cora’s first airplane trip, in which she didn’t eat from the time we got to the airport at 9:30 until we got to my parent’s house at 3:30, and not for lack of trying, but even given that, she was hardly fussy and took a nap on the plane. Lincoln was so thrilled to be on the airplane, I don’t think he stopped talking or moving for the entire flight there or back. Making lotion for my first time ever with Kari and Mom, laughing at Peyton being Kari’s best helper during our waterfight and Lincoln not being so much of a helper (as he wanted me to hold still so he could pour water on me, thereby allowing Peyton to come up and douse me), being thrilled to run into Rich and Andrea O’connell and their children at church,  Shakespeare in the Parks with Dad and Kari, watching Link hit golf balls and play baseball (with much help) were some other hightlights. Eating out on the deck in the amazing weather, eating amazing sea salt caramels, and basically eating all week without having to cook were also great. It was a trip I hope we get to repeat in future summers.

(Lincoln took this picture. Since he has a little trouble pointing the camera up to take pictures, we all got down where he could see us, and were all laughing as a result.)