I feel like I should warn you, whoever you are, that there are a lot of pictures in this post. So.. if you make it through them all, then great!! Anyway, we decided to brave Lake Powell with a one year old. It was fun, but exhausting. I would definitely advise going for a half week rather than a whole week.
The boat put little lady to sleep. I don't blame her.
Check out that sunrise.
Tired? You and me both kid.
Eleanor looks about as thrilled as Brett probably felt about all the pictures I wanted.
Brett got to take the boat out on his own, I can't remember why, but he enjoyed it.
Now he wants a boat.
Cuddles for Uncle Isaac!
We didn't get much sleep while there. The first night she woke up we all three ended up sleeping on the couch downstairs. Brett got up and went on an early morning run. When I woke up Eleanor was still asleep, cuddled up on top of me. In the middle of the night I was tired and frustrated, but she only wanted to sleep on me. That morning I was grateful for the cuddling because that never happens anymore. It was a sweet moment to have her so close, then have her sweetly wake up, and chat/play together while watching the sunrise.
She didn't absolutely love being in the lake. But holy cow, bucket for the win! She loved it.
I call this one, "Eleanor Featuring: cute teefins"
And this one is called, "Parenting, you're winning".
I LOVE THEM!
Me and my cutie.
Me and my lover.
One reason why we love this place.