Back home or bust
We’ve been snowed in (or more accurately, snowed in and OUT) at my parents’ house in Virginia, which has been surprisingly fun. Noah was a little bummed that he wouldn’t get to go up to the front of assembly at school on his “very birthday,” but other than that, we’ve cobbled together a pretty good little sixth birthday celebration up here.
Now we’re loading up the car and braving the treacherous roads to finally get back to cooking our own meals, going back to work, running around as usual …
Wait. Why are we leaving again?