One of Violet's first words was "shhhhooo."
Today we took the girls (seems to be a new tradition) to spend their Christmas money on some new shoes. Last year's shoes were worn nearly to pieces.
This little scene seemed picture worthy. She's a pro.
Never mind that she's not even eighteen months old. And never mind that the nearest mall is nearly 75 miles from her house.
There isn't even a Nordstrom IN Idaho. The closest one to Eastern Idaho might be in Spokane. That's a good five hours away. And she won't be driving in the next decade and a half at least.
Poor kid. I hope this isn't her calling.
No pun intended.
After four kids, ten moves and nearly two decades, we are still blissfully in love (most of the time) and I found myself back in the state I was born and raised in. It has definitely been a journey. In fact, on our 18th anniversary we pulled the last of our stuff up over the pass and into Montana, leaving our surprise love, Idaho, behind. But Montana is a great place. The last best place according to some. And we fully intend to explore as much of it as we can! Join us on our continued adventure through life, love and other stuff that comes with it.