I am not a fan of ketchup. I prefer malt vinegar on french fries and I think dowsing a hamburger in ketchup is completely unnecessary. I believe a decent hamburger should have the integrity to stand alone without have be smothered in sugared tomato sauce. But enough about my food quirks – this post isn’t actually about ketchup, but rather a brief catch up on the wild and crazy happenings of my 30th birthday and the snowquestration that fell upon the Washington DC area yesterday.
By luck of the draw, Clay has missed 8 out the 11 birthdays I’ve had since we’ve been together. Three of those years he was deployed, other years he was TDY, and two of the years he was out in the woods on a field exercise. So while my pregnant state may have prevented me from getting too crazy, I was just thrilled that Clay was home this year.
We bought new living room furniture last week (funny story…) as sort of a combined 30th and 31st birthday present for each other so there were no extravagant gifts to open. But Clay did arrive home from work last Friday evening with a dozen cupcakes and a new Belgian waffle maker so color this newly minted 30-year-old excited.
On Saturday, we took Weston to his very first movie in a movie theater. And you know what? It was a blast! We saw Wreck-It-Ralph in a discount theater near George Mason University. The little guy couldn’t have been better behaved so we’re thrilled that we’re now able to include movie trips into our family outings.
Weston was also a fan of the movie theater popcorn.
Yesterday, you may have heard about the weather phenomenon known as Snowquestration. The Federal Government shut down (including Ft. Belvoir so Clay had a snow day), schools were cancelled, and a general wave of panic spread through the capital region faster than stores could keep loaves of bread stocked. In true Washington DC fashion, it ended up to be much ado about nothing. We probably saw about 6 inches total but between the sleet and the rain, it didn’t last long. Needless to say, it was a far cry from our Ft. Drum, New York days.
But we didn’t let that stop us from enjoying the snow while we could!
Perfecting the art of throwing a snowball.