Just Like Laura Ingalls Wilder and The Meeting

You may have heard about our weekend storm. Thankfully (and knock wood and all that) the worst thing about the Crazy Rain That Wouldn’t Stop was that we were cooped up inside for most of the weekend.

Without cable TV.

Yes, you read that right. No DVRed “Diegos” or “Doras” or “Super Whys.” No On Demand “Little Einsteins” (Leo’s new discovery—there is after all a character on the show named Leo!) or Ni Hao Kai Lan.

I know. How do we primitive pioneer people manage?

Crabbily, I assure you.

In all seriousness, we found ways to keep busy.

Let me pause quickly here to thank the inventors of the French drain, the sump pump and dehumidifiers (and the talented spouse who maintains our version of all three of these).

But I buried the lead, because hands down, the highlight of the weekend was this:

Yes it’s true. We finally got to meet the amazing Sophie. I won’t say there was instant chemistry (Leo swiftly jumped under the table at the restaurant when Sophie and her mom Amy arrived). But Leo came around quickly:

and as you can see, mere seconds later Leo was upright again and the happy couple (sorry guys, but Amy and I are planners—you heard it here first: Save the Date: 2033) were sharing scrambled eggs, Matchbox cars and Little People.



I think Ellie and Sophie enjoyed meeting too, don't you?

Just a bunch of buddies, you know, having brunch.