We took a lovely, lightening-fast, adventurous trip to visit Steve's grandmother in New Hampshire last weekend. Getting there involved a car, a bus, an airplane, two more buses, and a rental car. We brought exactly one change of clothes per person and carried most of our luggage on our backs. Steve attached the car seat to our small rolling suitcase using some rope and a couple of D-rings and we wheeled that thing through the airport like we were professional travelling parents. Which we're totally not, but we have flown with a two year old twice now in the span of six months, so we're certainly getting there.
As luck would have it, Nana is currently living in the most precious spot. There is an old train station and lots of mountains for skiing and one night we ate dinner at the Muddy Moose. You can't make this up.
Side note: every time we visit New England, I beg Steve to move there. I think I'm wearing him down.
Because we were only there for the weekend, and we wanted to spend as much time as possible with Nana, we had about one hour for sightseeing. We spent it wisely, at the train station, running in the town green, and drinking hot chocolate at a local coffee shop.
AND WE SAW SNOW! We woke up to a beautiful snow shower on Sunday morning and I couldn't believe our luck! Arthur had never seen snow before and we all three watched it fall outside our window while we were cozy in our hotel bed. It felt like a gift, just for us.
Speaking of luck, I decided that having your toddler fall asleep at the beginning of a flight probably feels a lot like winning the lottery. It's like, you've heard of it happening to other people, but you just can't believe that a commoner like you could be so fortunate. During the awake part of the flight, we plugged him into the portable DVD player and thanked our lucky stars that he can watch "Cars" over and over without getting bored.
So now we're home again and it's Wednesday night and I am just getting around to blogging. I realized something important last week when I noticed that blogging wasn't even making it onto my list of things to try to accomplish each day, because there were so many other priorities and the list can only be so long. I realized that, due to the finite nature of time, right now I can run a business and live life with my family, or I can blog about those things, but probably not both. Of course, the running and living wins out. It always should.
I love to blog and have a record of our days and share shop updates, but I think that my posts will be once a week, at most, through the holiday season. If you find the inconsistency annoying, there is a handy little feature in the sidebar where you can enter your email address and receive blog posts by email, so you don't have to bother checking back every few days to see if I've updated.
This probably also means that my posts will be longer and cover more topics within the same post. Like this one, for instance, where I cover New Hampshire, blog frequency, and our weekend plans. But a little variety is fun, right?
Weekend plans include photographing some new leather pencil pouches and tech cases for the shop, plus stopping by the Vintage Charlotte Holiday Market. We have a few friends who will be exhibiting, plus we went last year and there were these amazingly large pine cones that I debated over and didn't buy, but have dreamed of ever since. I'm going back for the pine cones, man.
I'm also hoping to share a hot beverage with Steve, enjoy some chili, and rake leaves for the short guy to jump in. Hope your week is full of your favorite fall things!