Last weekend we headed down to the Napa valley to celebrate my birthday. It was our first real vacation in nearly two years, and it was delightful to get out of town for a hot minute. Unfortunately, halfway through our trip I came down with an ailment known as Ultimate Throat Death (totally technical science term right there). We were determined to have a good time regardless, and ate amazing food, drank some of the best wine I've ever had and just spent some quality time as a little family. I had my first real French macaron, and oh man, I would eat those every day if I had the opportunity. They definitely lived up to the hype.
(Lola loves laying in my super organized suitcase)
(Mark bought me "Mr. Window Head" window stickers at the gas station.)
(Getting ready for some sick Van Halen high kick action...)
(Lesson learned: Super sick Van Halen high kicks are nearly impossible when wearing the tightest jeggings known to man)