We really want the kid to learn how to ski. Real skiing on real snow, too, none of that sad manmade ice-on-a-little-hill fake skiing they have on the East Coast. So we booked a trip to to Utah. Leaving today.
Assuming National Airport ever reopens. And assuming we can get to the airport without our car, which was buried again yesterday up to the door handles on a street that DC will never, ever plow, and not even because it's currently blocked on both ends: one by some suburban moron abandoned his Honda after spinning it sideways, Austin Powers-style, and the other by a teetering meat delivery truck.
And assuming my mother-in-law can bring our travel carseat to us from Reston, since we didn't think we needed to bring it home two weeks ago, why would we? I hear there's about 3-in. of new snow on the ground in Salt Lake City, too, so there should be even more than that in the mountains. And it's supposed to keep snowing through Saturday.
On the bright side, our luggage is all right here with us.