However, on the heels of Tuesday's snow came a whole night of ice. When we woke up on Valentines morning, school was cancelled and the neighbors were all home from work. The smart ones were already out shoveling, taking advantage of the brief sunshiney hours that preceded another night of hard freeze. (The not-so-smart ones? Well, yesterday I saw one of them using a pick-axe to try to get through the mini-glacier behind his car.)
Though our street was plowed pretty early in the day, my parents' street in Gaithersburg remained untouched. When Mom told us that there were four-wheel drives getting stuck in front of her house, we decided that it might not be a good idea to try getting there in a Honda Civic. All of the sudden, it seemed we had no babysitting. And we thought it might be pretty hard to have a long, romantic evening with a one year old in tow.
For a while we held out hope that Mom's street might be plowed, in which case we could just take Meg over a little later than we had planned, cut out an element or two from our date, and call it a very satisfactory Plan B. But no plow came to Mom and Dad's. So we devised a Plan C.
Someone in the family (whose name begins with "c") had a craving for a sub and a bowl of chili from Potbelly's Sandwich Works. So we bundled into our warmest coats, clicked Meg into her car seat, and made it a family night. We grabbed a booth and had a blast watching Meg interact with the other customers as we fed her bites of ham and cheese (from Daddy's samich) and individual kidney beans (from Momma's soup). It wasn't what you might call romantic, but it sure was yummy food and good company. And hey, I'll take that on any day of the year. Besides, who could ask for two better Valentines than my Love and my Little Love?
(We didn't take the camera to the restaurant, but Dave did get a few shots on his phone. Not very good quality, but at least it gives this post some color.)
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