So recently I went to Branson, MO for work.
I took the whole family. Which that just makes up James, myself, and Baby Hunter. BTW, I think I will call Hunter, Baby Hunter for the rest of his life. Poor thing. He was such an amazing travel companion on the way down. He slept a bit, mumbled to himself, and just chilled.
The hotel had a pool. So I dressed Hunter in mother son matching swim attire and hit the elevators.
Look at the guy in the hot tub. He freaking owns the place like a boss. The hotel was pretty nice and sat atop a cliff overlooking the lake.
It had a great hall (a must for any hotel I stay at)
It was a pretty dreary day, but nothing too gray that a couple of $9 margaritas can’t fix (don’t you love my poor decision in using flash?)
If I could take my family on all my trips I would be in heaven.