We were overdue for a road trip, so Wilder drove us out and away in a sparkly green semi...
Shawn's sister Andrea, and her husband Brenden, don't live very far away, and we owed them a trip; they've been here multiple times to help organize the nursery. It snowed most of the weekend, but we managed to get out and shop/eat/play. Since the guys hogged the TV to play xbox, Andrea and I caught the Dear John movie, which I enjoyed. I snorted and snarbled (ok too much Dr. Seuss) into quite the supply of tissue.
Andrea's a darn good cook...she made nachos with the works, ham/beans and some kind of organic corn muffin (delicious), and pumpkin waffles. Eenie Meenie was well-fed...Wilder didn't do too bad himself. Around the dinner table I "forced" everyone to voice their least and most favorite parts of the day. It's a habit our family of 3 1/2 is quickly forming; guess I'm trying to get others to catch on.
Nap beckons. Went to bed at 11pm but didn't conk out til 4am...what's up with that?