Bed & Breakfast

On Wednesday John called me from work and said, "Let's go somewhere this weekend. Let's get away and do something fun!" I would never say no to an offer like that, so we decided to head to Indianapolis Friday night.

On Friday as soon as John got home from work, we loaded the suitcase and kids into the car, and drove all the way to the front of our subdivision where we realized we had a nail in our tire. So we headed over to Midas and waited for our tire to be fixed as the road conditions rapidly deteriorated outside due to an incoming snow storm. After an hour of waiting we hit the road (after hitting Wendy's of course) just in time to leave Dayton in a snowstorm during rush hour traffic. Thankfully we made it to Indianapolis safe and sound - just later and slower than we had planned!

This is the Bed and Breakfast we stayed at.

It looked charming online, but we couldn't believe how old it was when we got there! The floorboards creaked and the all house sloped to one side - it was disturbingly unlevel!

Our room

Spiderman.

Jumping back and forth between the pullout sofa and the bed.

(Reminds me of one of my favorite scenes from the movie Rat Race. Just wait until Porter is old enough to join in!)

Watching a movie before bed.

We forgot Porter's pack-n-play, so he and Gabe shared the pull out sofa bed . . . that was interesting. Gabe slept like a rock and Porter thought it was cool that he could get up and crawl to Mom and Dad for an hour and a half before he finally fell asleep. NOT COOL!

Apparantley really old creaking houses remind me of ghosts. I had nightmares all night long about being chased by ghosts in this house! John said I even howled like a ghost in my sleep a couple of times. I have nightmares frequently at home, but I don't think I have ever actually dreamt about ghosts before. Weird.

The breakfast portion of our Bed and Breakfast.

When I made the reservation "Miss B&B" asked what we wanted for breakfast and asked if my kids would eat pancakes. I said my kids preferred waffles and asked if that would be okay for breakfast. Miss B&B assured me that waffles would be no problem! Here we are waiting for our waffles to be served . . .

. . . Miss B&B served banana crepes for breakfast. Huh? What happened to the waffles? The crepes were good, but I'm still confused about the whole waffle conversation. (Gabe wouldn't eat the crepes.)