DeMille family reunion

We survived the DeMille family reunion. While driving home Jason and I gave the trip a solid B rating. The driving wasn't bad, two hours each way. Everyone did pretty well in the car. The first night was pretty rough we all slept in the living room. Having 6 people plus a dog in one room trying to sleep was a bit crazy. Jason's great Grandma has this clock that chimes the hour each hour. Grandma is now missing a clock. :)

We went to the reunion and Tyson had the most fun pushing Taylor around in her stroller.
They had all this open land so he would just run and run with her.

Jason's grandpa's brother (got that?) built this train. The cars are water barrels and have little lawn chairs in there with seat belts. This was Tyson when we told him it wasn't time to ride yet.

This is Tyson riding the first time, you've never seen a happier boy!!

Here is Uncle Brent driving and Jason, Taylor and Tyson riding.

Darrell even took a turn : )

We scheduled our day wrong. We should have left after lunch, had naps and then gone back for the rest of the reunion. We had to leave before dinner and missed the fireworks. Our kids passed out. This was Taylor after her train ride.

This was my favorite picture of the day. Jason was swinging Tyson on the swings and then starts yelling for the camera. Tyson was just going back and forth dead asleep. We were so glad he kept holding on long enough for us to get a picture. Don't worry we got him off there before he fell, what kind of parents do you think we are?!?

The worst part of the day was our dog. She bit through her leash and then broke her collar beyond repair. And of course no one wanted to be near a "vicious" pitbull. I think next trip we will be leaving her home, she was such a brat the whole time. We've taken her on several trips and have never had problems.
It was fun to see Jason's Grandma and his family. I got to go to Hogi Yogi (my favorite!) and the kids really enjoyed the whole trip. Tyson cried for 20 minutes into the drive home, he didn't want to leave. The dog however got in the van while Jason was packing it up and wouldn't get out. Mark woke up Sunday morning just saying "Home" over and over again.

I threw this picture in of Taylor. You've got to love fudgesicles!

This little adventure earned her a quick trip straight to the tub.

Hope everyone had a fun 4th of July!