As per annual tradition, we journeyed to Rexburg for the Thanksgiving holiday (and my birthday, ahem). It doesn't sound terribly glamorous when declaring our plans to friends, but is the best type of soul comforting vacation for me. Grandparents, yummy food, reliable traditions, and the familiarity of a home away from home make for the best of times.
My maternal grandparents recently relocated for the second time in the last year. One imagines one's mother and grandmothers in a particular setting (the kitchen, for me...how progressive is that thought for this closet feminist?), but I didn't know where to picture my grandma for the past months since they'd moved. It bugged me. This gives some perspective on the magnitude of problems (or lack of) I have in my life.
I cannot get enough of this stunning beacon that sits on the hill across the road from my grandparents. This time, we went inside.
It took a little time to familiarize ourselves with G Gma's new stomping grounds
(some of us more than others).
Everything felt absolutely luxurious- particularly the plush carpet. Being used to concrete, I just couldn't get enough of the cozy padding all around the house, and neither could my kids.
So, lots of floor time with somersaults and dare-devil moves.
All the bathrooms have lovely deep drawers...deep enough to house a hearty babe!
Here's a peek into a secret hide-out under the stairs
The bedroom closets are mirrored.
...and Aunt Jasmine ("Ja-mins") enhanced the novelty of it all.
Cousin Eli (and his mom) graced Mia with a turkey hunt,
Thanksgiving bracelet craft, and fun appetizers:
Cooking along side Mom, Aunt Amy, & Gma Heinz made for a heavenly meal.
Here we are, post-feast, full and content.
A little jaunt around the neighborhood is always necessary after the binge.
This one was particularly delicious!
I got to squish my birthday celebrations into the festivities as well.
One of the best treats?
Great Gpa AND Great Gma joining us for a swim at Green Canyon Hot Springs. It's usually a cultural experience, but I didn't notice the cutoff and mullet clad clientele this year...I was too busy reveling in the rarity of the occasion. It seems like I spent my young childhood trying to convince her to swim with me in her own Kailua pool. Her response was always, "I don't like the water." So I assumed she didn't shower either. Water is water.
How did she always smell so sweet...like Nexxus Humectress conditioner?
Anyhow, here is the evidence for those who know her and may not believe me.
My grandma is in a swimsuit! I sure hope I look like her when I'm 77.
Birthday jog with my favorite running partner.
He tries to manipulate me into running faster every time despite declarations of
"you set the pace, Ashley."
Party prep was just as much fun as the party itself!
My Great Gma Harmon gifted me an entire family of handmade, Finnish mittens.
I wish I could frame them, but they've already been put to good use keeping our fingers much toastier than any other pair I've owned.
A willing audience makes for an encouraged performer...if you catch the right moment.
Here's a sample of the arabesquing.
I just really like the people in this picture
(missing Aunt Ramona and Jack who had taken off earlier).
See my lovely burning trifle in the middle of the table?
It was to-die-for, but its number of candles are starting to creep me out! Alas, no turning back and on to 30!