The Road Trip to D.C.

Did you know that we used to live in California?

Well, we did. It was a beautiful, glorious place. We loved it.

We drove by this sign every day. The last time we drove by it, on our way to D.C., we pulled over to take a picture next to it.

It was a little, teensy bit sunny. I'm not sure if you can tell by the look on Collin's face or not. The thing I've noticed about life out here, is that even on a "sunny" day, you can get away with forgetting your sunglasses and just squinting. Sure, you'd end up with wrinkles, and it's a little uncomfortable, but it's never so sunny that you truly, truly need them the way you do with West Coast sunshine.

Anyway, sunglasses much improved the situation (borrowed from Mommy). Shadow be damned.

The trip out here was smooth and uneventful. Collin got to see snow for the first time (that he remembers) and he enjoyed the wonder that is eating fast food for days on end, meal after gut-busting meal. Blech.

The best part was getting to see Robyn and J for one of our stops, even if we had to go out of our way to do it. It was worth it! Collin is terrible at ping pong, by the way.

The intention was to spend a little longer there and get there the night before, but someone (me) had an emotional breakdown in the car, and could not go one second further on the road. I am many things, but a good traveller is not one of them.

Oh, and Robyn and J, sorry that Eddie got confused by your patio room, and pooped on the floor. If it makes you feel any better, he is apparently confused by our basement, and has been pooping down there as well. Or, he's just becoming a pain in the ass.