First farmhouse visit

Only once in your life can you claim "first". Well yesterday E and I decided to take Sweet Baby James to the farmhouse for the first time. The farmhouse has been in E's family since it was built 200+ years ago. E has memories of going down as a tiny boy, but he was going down there before he could remember.

So yesterday E and I packed up the car and headed down south. The drive was beyond brilliant. The skies were clear, the snow was dancing with sparkles, and the air was freezing. Once there we stayed warm inside, played some games, snuggled and snapped a few photos. Then we had a big chicken dinner and E and I headed back home.

James seemed to love the farmhouse. Can't wait to go back with him, and watch him get bigger at a place that never seems to change.

Grandma and Auntie Chelsea give James some loves in the warm kitchen.
E sits with James near "Old Betsy", the coal burning stove. E has memories of sitting on his Grandpa's lap in this same chair keeping warm near the stove.
We had to take James outside, even for just a moment. It was his first time to the farmhouse, after all.
LOVE this photo of my two boys. Could they get any cuter?
Daddy and James tromp through the snow.
Before we left James got kisses from Grandma. This boy gets kissed a lot.