Over the past few weeks we have school/work/everything in Charleston closed down twice for multiple days. Why did this happen? Well the first time was for a tiny bit of ice with a tiny bit of snow. The second time? Rain. Yes. Rain.

Then again, why am I even complaining? While it did put my students severely behind project wise... it made it so Jord and I were stuck at home together and encouraged by all authorities to stay put. ;)

The photos below are around our neighborhood from the first shutdown. I tried, very unsuccessful, to get Jord to go for a ride into downtown Charleston or to the beach. I was dying to see the town in a ghostlike state but he just wasn't having it or even the least bit interested. (He thinks he would like to move back to a snow infested area... I beg to differ and I find that deep down extremely hard to believe. You should have seen him scraping the ice off of the windshield later in the day.) Also, please note the awesome pamper's box (sled) on the bench.

White it was a ton of fun to watch our southerners "sled" in garbage lids, boogie boards, etc... I must say it was interesting to once again experience "snow" in the south. Growing up in North Carolina I remember it usually snowed once a year/every other year and it paralyzed everything. I used to get so frustrated that we had to stick to our neighborhoods and everything was closed. It's too funny that I felt that way because I will gladly take it now. To all of our snow covered friends -- I hope this gave you a good laugh.


A few weeks back we celebrated our friend Chris' bday. For his birthday his wife planned the sweetest surprise pajama cereal party packed with the cutest party hats, taste testing, games, and more. I set up a photobooth and the wives got together and made some props. It was a ton of fun and a night well spent eating cereal and rocking pjs.

It was a blast and it was fun to come together to surprise Chris with all of our combined talents.

I can't help but think often about how lucky we are to have made the sweetest friends since we moved to Charleston and I feel like we are fortunate enough to add more couples to the list every year who are going through professional school just like we are. It's nice to have other women to talk to who understand how hard it is to stare at the back of your husband's head because his face is planted in some form of a medical textbook.

I will have to share soon the video of one of the games we played that night that required quite a bit of jumping. Jord had me rolling on the floor because he kept laughing/crying out about how much cereal he had and how he couldn't jump anymore.

But for now -- one more photo.