This past week has been a bit of a whirlwind-multi doctors appointments, errands, meetings, play groups, packing, cleaning, long car drives--a little bit of everything was going on in the Bishop family.
This morning has been no different with John hanging over my shoulder constantly saying, "Let's get out of the house. Let's go. blah. blah. blah."
Did I mention Punk has been carrying around a pack of tic tacs shaking them like crazy, all the while wanting me to feed them to him before breakfast.
It's a mad house.
No rest for the weary I guess...
Earlier this week Brecken and I took a little road trip to Ennis to visit John at work (and to get an ultrasound).
We ate at the Pharmacy where a plethora of sour cream n' chive fries were devoured, fresh squeezed lemonade was savored, and sock-covered chairs were so noticeable that I couldn't help but snap a picture.
Ennis is a quaint little western town that reminds we a lot of my home town.
It's small--like 2,000 or less small. In the summer this quiet little Montana town transforms into a tourist-trap heaven.
Located between Glacier National Park and Yellowstone National Park this small town welcomes in visitors from all over the world every year. It boasts a handful of authentic hometown eateries and 15 minutes away are two small boom towns with authentic boardwalks, gold panning, and old-west shows.
And soon, we will be calling this place home.
We've joked that we are selling our house in the city (city in Montana standards) for an apartment in the country.
Kind of ironic.
While there, we looked at apartments, attempted an ultrasound, and watched Brecken has he flirted with all the ladies at the hospital (he's quite the Casa Nova).
Thanks for stopping in!
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