We forgot our camera, so there are no photos from the trip up or back to Ohio. Not that there was much to see on the way back - we were fogged in and could barely see the car in front of us, most of the way through the mountains.
First, photos for Bells, who asked us to take photos of where we live. This isn't where I live, but it's where the husbeast grew up. I grew up in a similar neighborhood, though mine was further out in the countryside. (Instead of more houses, the house I grew up in had a corn field behind it.)
It's barely spring in Ohio and everything really is that green. (In comparison, 600 miles further south in South Carolina, we're moving steadily into summer.)
The Baby can't play in soil down here due to moles and fire ants, so she was fascinated by the in-law's flower beds:
After about an hour of shredding my father-in-law's flower beds, I noticed The Baby had something in her mouth. When I investigated, I found out it was a rock.
Nice and clean. I'm not going to think about what was on it when it went IN to her mouth.
The husbeast mowed the lawn, and for history's sake (there's a photo of him at about one and a half, sitting on HIS dad's lap on the same exact mower), a photo shoot took place: