Tomorrow Rob, Sam and I are going to Gettysburg for the weekend. It’s our birthday celebration weekend. Not actually our birthday weekend, but the extended version from October. We’re staying at the same place we did during our minimoon. I am so excited. We’re going to walk the battlegrounds and go on a ghost tour. Again. I am obsessed with them. I’m sure you’ll hear more about them when we get back, because I love them. L-O-V-E. And I think that there must be cute baby shops that will require a visit, so Sam has something to remember his trip by, because what is a baby going to do with a magnet or a snowglobe? Eat it? People frown on babies eating magnets. I think that falls under the Bad Parenting category.
Right now, Sam is unloading his toy basket. He just flipped his jack-in-the-box out of the basket and is banging it with his little fists. We are so close to banging pots and pans. It’s gonna be great.