idaho falls trip.

every year around harvest time, my mom get that idaho falls ache in her. so she, remy, and i packed up her car and took a trip to spend time with grandma and grandpa. (mostly grandma, as the menfolks were busy harvesting "spuds".)

it is always heavenly to visit grandma reed. their farmhouse is quaint and just what you'd want a farmhouse to be. there are always garden fresh fruits and veggies on the counters or being canned. breakfasts are hearty and cooked with shameful amounts of butter. except that at grandma's, you don't feel any shame! it's so quiet and dark in their basement, remy and i sleep in late.

the view from their front yard.

remy and oma both loved waking up to each other! and i loved that oma changed every poopy diaper the whole trip. my mom is amazing.

harvest time means grandma's cinnamon rolls! every year she takes them out to the workers during the afternoon. this year was special; i got a lesson from the master.


this. is the recipe she follows. my grandpa's mom's recipe.

so that's why they taste so good...

grandma always remarks on her hands, that they are old and wrinkled. i've always loved her hands. watching her use them to make those rolls, how she didn't use measurements, but went by the feel of the dough.

 the next morning, i was in charge of rolling them out.
( thanks for these photos mom!)

remy loves exploring the farm, but insists on holding my hand around the big trucks. 

remy with his "twin" cousin, leona, who is four days older. we always try to get a cute picture of them together, and we never succeed.

four generations. i can't see any family resemblance here.

my "twin" cousin annalee was so sweet and took time out of her busy schedule to take us for a ride on her horse, texas. annalee has built a great business training horses their riders. remy was nervous at first, but loved the ride. (he has a horse obsession going on these days.)

with christi out celebrating the end of the spud harvest. (she's like the first lady of the farm, as she's married to the guy running things.)

the trip was topped off with a great time driving home and singing the phantom of the opera at the top of our lungs. note remy clutching his wolf with a nervous look on his face.

great weekend away with my loves!

xo.