December Part II: Sunriver Christmas

I can't believe I haven't posted this yet.  It's almost March for crying out loud.  Forgive me.

In a nutshell, we spent Pat's family Christmas in Sunriver.  Quinn was really sick at the beginning of the trip, and by the time we left the illness had successfully passed to Kira and she was miserable.  In addition, traveling to Sunriver proved to be quite difficult in the winter.  Three hours in the car turned to six on the way there, and five hours to get to Walla Walla turned to 10 on the way home.  Despite all of these less than ideal circumstances, it was such a great trip.  Quinn LOVED staying in a house with his cousins and asked daily, "we gonna go back to the house with all my friends?"  We played games, played in the snow, played in the water, soaked in a hot tub, cooked and ate all day, and just enjoyed time together!  I can't wait for more family trips like this in the future, perhaps even with healthy children and dry roads next time!  

*These picture are in no particular order.  They've been sitting here for over a month and I haven't been able to bring myself to make any sense of them.  So, here is a scattering of random memories from our time in Sunriver, some particularly grainy/blurry due to using my phone, low light, and moving targets.  :)

So much snow!

Gorgeous Lolo.

Their faces showed no emotion, but anytime someone stopped pulling them they requested more.

Soon to be Mr. and Mrs.!

One of many stops to either put on or remove the chains from the car.  Pat was a pro by the end of our travels.

He loved holding the chains.  Good thing because our car was so stuffed there was no where else for them to go.

Look at her poor sick face.  She wouldn't let Riah leave her side, ever.

This photo cracks me up because Aunt Libby looks like she's having a great time and Laney looks scared out of her mind.

I took this final photo after our 10 hour trip to my parents' house from Sunriver.  Snow slowed us WAY down, and just as we got out of the snow our car broke down and, long story short, we were saved by a good samaritan at a truck stop who helped Pat get us on our way again.  It was quite dramatic (think vomiting/naked children stranded at a truck stop after having been stuck in the car for 7+ hours), but enough time has passed now that I don't have it in me to really tell the story up like I did just after it occurred.  This picture is my reminder though.  Finally making it to Walla Walla felt like a Christmas miracle.