Back in town

We came back to Fargo on Sunday but only because we heard a blizzard was brewing and we didn't want to drive in a snow storm. They were right, some major snow hit us and so we had another week of crazy, insane weather.

A co-worker asked me today if we had a nice evacucation this weekend. I said yes, and thought that was a funny made-up word. I might just use it again.

Gus loved ripping around our Chaska house while we were down in Mpls last weekend. The last time he had free reign of this house was when he was 6 months old and all he could do at that point was roll over and drool on the carpet.

He likes the view from this bedroom much better than the view from his current room.

He freaked out when he saw the mirror in our room. Apparently he does not recall the hours we spent playing in front of this same mirror when he was a teeny baby.

When he finally backed away from the mirror, he had a nice red mark on his forehead and the mirror was slathered in drool. Nothing a little Windex can't cure.