We celebrated Easter.
We developed an odd obsession with socks. No, I'm not kidding. The boy loves socks!
While Nate jetted off to Vancouver last week, Henry and I hopped in the car and made our way to Charlottesville via Iron Gate, Virginia. What's that? You've never heard of Iron Gate and you've lived in Virginia all of your life? I, too, had never heard of it until forest fires pushed us off of the highway and onto a most circuitous detour. The best part? Seeing a Quebecois car scolaire.
A very full few weeks, indeed!