Night in Atlanta

I spent Sunday night in Atlanta for an accreditation workshop at the Renaissance Concourse, an airport that could not be closer to the airport — this is the view from my balcony. Fortunately, the place had pretty good sound insulation.

New Handle

A few months back, Joanna broke the right rear sliding door handle off the minivan. (She's powerful, she is.) Today, I finally got around to installing the replacement handle I picked up online. It would have been a simple ten-minute job for anyone mechanically inclined; I finished in two hours with only minor injuries and surprisingly few leftover pieces.

Fig Newtons

How many fig newtons can Ian fit in his mouth before choking? We don't know yet, but he keeps trying to find out.

Snow Day

It's now been a week since Cam last went to school: Friday (teacher work day), Saturday, Sunday, Monday (MLK Day), Tuesday (snow, pictured), Wednesday (unplowed icy roads). Today he finally goes back, having gone stir crazy in the meantime, but with a two-hour delay....

Reading to the Boys

Mama reads a Boynton book to Ian before bed every night — sometimes Cam comes in to listen — after which Dada reads a Thomas the Tank Engine story.