I’m really proud of this photo and I feel it needs documentation.
This is me, flying with a 3-year old, a 1-year old, two carseats, a stroller, and all our luggage.
There’s a smile on my face and the boys look reasonably happy. There were definitely some tears, and cranky outbursts, and I bribed them with lots and lots of snacks. But overall, they were great travelers. We met up with Chris, who – if I remember correctly – had been there for a little bit, helping with planting at the farmground. And of course we also got to spend time with cousins, grandparents, aunts and uncles.
(Yes, in those days I *did* dress them in matching outfits as much as possible)
Always with the tractors. Passing the love of farming down to the next generation.
