The historic homes here were so beautiful. I couldn't help snapping pictures!
This was such a cool little Episcopalian church in downtown Lynchburg. We stopped and played in the grass and took pictures of it's cool doors. These light blue ones were my favorite. But, it also had red doors on another side.
When I saw this barn, we flipped a quick U so that I could take pictures of it. I LOVE barns, and this one takes the cake. It was so beautiful, nestled in the hills of West Virginia. I could take pictures of cool barns all day...I'm always looking for them. This one was the best I've ever seen.
At the hotel, Wes entertained himself by crawling in and out of drawers with his toys. He often got stuck and would cry for help. And, I'd say a good 2 or 3 bruises came from this often repeated activity.
This was a really old bridge in the mountains of West Virginia. The following are all taken in the West Virginia mountains.
The trip itself was also very fun. We stopped off in St. Louis to see the "arch". I had never seen it before. I was so enthralled by it (especially at night all lit up), I made Kevin stop the car on an on ramp to the highway (no one was behind us) and got up in the sun roof to get some good shots of it. Really such a cool sight.
We also took an entire day to enjoy a small country road that wound through the Appalachian Mountains in West Virginia. We saw so many beautiful waterfalls, rickety bridges, and old barns. Just gorgeous!
Wes has learned to do the motions to three of the verses of "The Wheels on the Bus". Here he demonstrates how the babies on the bus go "Wah Wah Wah". Strangely, though, Weslee's babies cry from their chins or ears instead of from their eyes. And lately, sometimes his babies cry from their chest. It's quite disturbing!
So, two weeks ago, my mother and my sister, Charla were in town. We had SO MUCH FUN! We were all crazy and stayed up until all hours of the night playing board games. Kevin and I got to try out all of our new games and play some old favorites too! Mom bought Wes a red wagon for his birthday and toted him all around the neighborhood in it (which he loved). My sister was deemed "Aunt Psycho" because she made all sorts of crazy faces and was good at making Wes laugh. It was fun to see her interact with Wes as an aunt. This was her first time to really get to interact with him since his birth. (She was on a mission when we brought him home). I captured some pics of them with Wes for his memories (and also to remember them by when we're in England). It's wierd how I'm beginning to look at things as "lasts". This was my last opportunity to just "hang" with my sister for a while (unless she seriously scrapes some money together and comes to England). So, I found myself being sentimental and wanting to milk the week for all it was worth. I sure love my sis...even if she is psycho!
