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After a five day stint in Our Nation’s Capital, I have returned to the wintry north and am buckling down for yet another foot of snow (to top off the 2 feet already on the ground).

Way to ease us back into New England living, Williamstown.

It was a whirlwind trip southward to slushy snow and a city that panics and completely shuts down when confronted with even the threat of flurries (kind of like LA in rain). Besides being trapped in a cab for 2 hours to cover all of 2 miles of ground, and was $50 poorer as a result, the trip was splendid. Splendidly exhausting.

I was surrounded by some of the brightest, most thoughtful, wonderful people I’ve ever met. I laughed so hard my cheeks ached for days. I slumber partied with girl friend’s in a hotel that chose abstract boobie fabric as their decor of choice*.  I saw some of my favorite people in the Universe. And, I celebrated happy milestones that dear friends are marking. The late-20s is a joyous time in one’s life indeed.

I missed Sunny terribly, and demanded hourly photos and videos to keep up on her constant progress. I returned home to a child that can string together 4-5 word sentences, that has an almost obsessive routine for how she feeds the dogs each morning and evening, that learned to build forts, that now twirls her body around quickly in an effort to fall and shriek, “BOOP! SUNNY FALL DOWN!” and cackle hysterically at her own antics, and that requests to be held while we dance so that she can nuzzle into our shoulder while we sway.

Good thing I was gone for only 5 days or she’d have totally adapted to life without Mommy.

Just look at all I missed:

Now I must sleep, because I am deprived, plus my thyroid levels are low which just add to the already constant exhaustion of pregnancy. Sesame Seed, take it easy on those hormones. Please. Mommy would like all of her organs working properly.

*See photo for proof. Note: That dress was my grandmother’s. She was purdy hip, no?