Road trip...

For Christmas, I got Reece tickets to see his favorite band in Vegas over New Years.

Little did I know we'd be slammed by blizzard after blizzard after blizzard, but luckily the weather gods were kind to us on the day of our drive south.

 We spent the first couple of nights in St. George with Reece grandparents.

Lola and her Great Grandma Nani are kindred spirits, and James was obsessed with his Great Granddad from the moment we arrived.

Redd and Di came down for the adventure as well, which always doubles the fun.

The girls ditched the boys one afternoon and pampered ourselves with pedicures.

Even Lola got in on the goods -- her first real pedicure.

I don't think she moved one muscle in her little body or spoke more than two words the whole time.

After all, getting one's nails done is serious business.

 We put the kids down for the night and did what all the young whippersnappers in St. George do on a Saturday night: we bowled.

 It was a night filled with bad smells, reliving high school memories and scaring Redd (which is incredibly easy to do, by the way).

We ended the evening with a scary movie.

By we, I mean Di and I.

We are married to total chickens.