Bear & Wolf Refuge

In West Yellowstone we went to a Bear & Wolf Refuge. I thing they house injured bears and wolves from the wild.

I have been to Yellowstone a lot throughout the years, but I have never seen a bear in the wild. I guess this is the closest I am going to get.

Peter ended up being more interested in the telescope instead of the bears.

According to Peter this is a doggie, not a wolf.

Here is a rare captured "Peter Bear."

The refuge had a lot of garbage cans that bears had destroyed. The funny thing is that they were all designed to keep the bears out; obviously the bears are more resourceful than people realized. They even had metal ones that had been broken into and bent.

This giant bear couch was in the gift shop.

The Cabin & Yellowstone

Here are some pictures at my Grandparent's cabin and at Yellowstone.

My Grandpa and Grandma watching Peter pull socks off Rigby's hands (I used them as gloves in the morning because is was a little cold).

Here is Peter relaxing on the new kitchen floor as he talks to Scott on the phone.

We ate at a picnic table near Firehole River in Yellowstone. Peter wanted to play in the water so Marissa and I decided to join him.

Peter is being coaxed to eat his meal. Unfortunately this happens more often than not these days.

I think this has become my traditional spot to get a picture near Old Faithful. Peter had just woken up from a nap and Rigby would not look at the camera. Oh well.

The kids probably had at least 24 hours worth of carseat/airplane time this trip. Both kids did GREAT. In fact Rigby smiled in his car seat more than he cried. I wonder how they will feel about 40 hours worth of car seat time in August?!

Peter has a real soft spot for all of his Gramers. Here he is giving my mom a hug in front of Yellowstone Lake (or maybe he is just avoiding another picture). I told him that there were hot springs here and that they smelled like rotten eggs, so the rest of the trip he kept saying "hot water, eggs".

I just thought this picture was cute of Me, Peter, and Marissa. We were playing the one, two, and swing on three game.

We celebrated my Grandparents 62nd wedding anniversary by taking them out to the Three Bear Restaurant. Scott and I have a few years to catch up!

Here is Peter enjoying s'mores at the cabin. What a mess!

Rigby, Peter, and I in front of the cabin. Again, I had a wrestling match with Peter to get this picture.

Gramer & Gramper-Great's House

Gramer & Gramper is what Peter calls his Grandmas & Grandpas. Here are some pictures from our drive up to and at their house in Idaho.

I call Rigby my "Idaho Boy." We chose the name Rigby Preston before we even realized it was the name of two towns in Idaho. So, we had to stop and take pictures of my Idaho Boy in front of the signs for his towns. I just want to know where he puts all of his money :).

Here is Peter helping Gramer & Gramper Great water their lawn. Of coarse he had to unscrew the spout of the watering can.

This tree has a lot of fond memories for the grand kids. It has become a tradition to have our picture taken in front of it.

Me, Rigby, Peter, Gramer-Great, Gramper-Great

Bear Lake

We were able to go to the Bunderson Family Reunion (my Grandma Farrow's family) in St. Charles, Idaho near Bear Lake.

We were so busy packing everything for the Reunion at my parents house that I did not realize how tired Rigby was until I saw him like this in the highchair.

Isabelle and Sara under the pavilion where we have the Reunion.

The hoodlums anxiously waiting to swim.

Me, Isabelle, Marissa, Peter, and Dad in the condo pool.
Aunt Moo/Marissa/Moot/Moosh (whatever Peter feels like calling her at the moment) and Peter. Peter was screaming because he was really scared of going out into the lake with the tube.

He preferred destroying this sand castle that my dad and I were trying to build (two year olds are so cooperative for pictures!).

Here we are trying to get a picture in front of Bear Lake.

This picture is just dang cute.

The oldest Doug (my grandpa - 90 yrs.) and the youngest Doug (Peter - 2 1/2 yrs.).

We had a great time. I LOVED driving through the mountains. Oh, I really wish we had them in Houston.