Freezing up on the mountain in Vermont. Not like it’s dissuading us from cold beers or anything…
The fire is roaring and so is Eli’s belly.
Carey played air keyboard to Sinead O’Conner and happily swilled from a Tervis tumbler of white wine on the way over from New York, while Eli rolled around on the dashboard impeding my vision while I strained to spot shiny deer eyes preparing to jump in front of our car. But, Carey’s glee soon turned to panic as her bladder expanded and her one piece catsuit* tightened into a claustrophobic nightmare.
Renegade family road trip!
*Carey’s sidenote: Rachel Pally catsuit. That he bought me. And yes, I found a way to blame him. Lovingly. Haha!