“We don’t drip, we sip.”

by chuckofish

Well, I am back from my visit to the East Coast/Mid-Atlantic region. I had a truly wonderful time. Lots of wine and gabbing and playing with sweet Baby Katie.

Hammer Boat is the best toy.

On Friday, we ventured to Northern Virginia to visit George Washington’s Mount Vernon. I’ve always wanted to go and never made it while I lived in Washington, DC. DN braved the traffic for us in the drivers seat. It was a beautiful sunny day, perfect for a visit to our first President’s lovely home on the Potomac River.

Rebels taking a photo after they asked to move on to the next room.

A house overlooking a river with fancy wallpaper is a real vibe I can get behind. Mount Vernon is maintained by the Mount Vernon Ladies Association, the nation’s first national historic preservation organization and the oldest women’s patriotic organization in the country. You can learn more about them here. I think organizations like this are awesome and I am so grateful for the important work they do.

On the way back to Maryland, we stopped at a winery for some outdoor cheese and crackers and unoaked Chardonnay. It was delightful.

The next day, it snowed all day and we only ventured out for about 12 minutes.

Then we had fun trying on Mommy’s earmuffs.

Sadly, the next day, I had to venture into the city and go to my conference. I did have the chance to catch up with some old friends which was nice. And after spending two hours sitting in a restaurant at the airport and spending approximately $1 million on bevvies and french fries to keep me from having to put my mask on at the gate, I made it back to Missouri. Praise hands.

*the blog post title is something sweet Katie’s mother told her during dinner and I had to write it down.