Baby, it's cold outside

It's a chilly night here in Meadville and the three of us are kicking back and trying to relax after an interesting weekend. Though I welcome fall with open arms, I'm always surprised at how quickly the cold weather comes--suddenly the night air is just frigid and I'm hauling out sweaters and fleece and feetie pajamas.

Our weekend was spent at home, but not uneventfully. Mike's family came in from Cleveland and Rochester for celebration of Papa's 50th birthday and my belated 27th. Saturday was nice--it was a relaxing day, we hung around the house, ate a nice big dinner together, and had cake and presents. I got a lovely sweater from Jo and Mike's folks got me a session's worth of baby swim class at the Meadville Y (and a gym bag and towels to take to class). I'm really looking forward to getting started with that. Papa got a backyard fire pit from us kids, so we set that up last night and sat and talked around a nice warm fire. It was a good night.

Today was a little more stressful--Mike and his dad set about trying to fix the dryer, which required three trips to the hardware store and lots of time in the basement. There was also a lot of little discussions going on today--I think it's been tough the last few months on Mike's clan because there's a lot happening and we haven't seen each other very much, so that makes visits rather emotionally charged. And on top of that, the Steelers lost. In the end though, we have a dryer that works, everyone is on good terms and Pittsburgh is 2-2, so the day wasn't all that bad.

Now I'm headed to bed (Evan's already conked out, the little darling) and I'm hoping for a nice quiet week for all of us.