Weekend in Utah

A couple of weeks ago my dear Grandma Johnson passed away. We flew out for the weekend to attend the funeral and be with family, which was as nice as such gatherings can be. Here are the pictures we came home with.

Waiting at the Oakland Airport for our delayed plane. Henry was a champ about it. He only got fussy toward the end (when we put him in his car seat) and then conked out as soon as the plane started moving. Beautiful.

Hanging out with Uncle Spencer. It was great having lots of family to play with.

Including Uncle Eric, who drove hours and hours and hours to see him! By which of course I mean he drove hours and hours and hours to go to a concert in Vegas with Cory, but we'll tell Henry it was for him. Kind of like Eric told him that cinnamon roll was for him. And then took it back. And ate it all himself. (Henry did get a taste of mine, though.)

Here he is trying to figure out his Grandma Johnson.

"Who IS this holding me? I mean, I'm fine with it, I just...need a minute to process."

Sitting with Dad and his snake at my aunt and uncle's house.

The view from my aunt and uncle's house. It's amazing. And that's the St. George temple, where we got married. (And where my aunt and uncle got married. And my parents. And my grandparents. And my sister. And my brother. ...you see the pattern.)

Being cute, like he does.

And here he is drinking a bottle on Dad's lap while we wait for a plane to leave Vegas. (It was on time, though. And again, he was great.)