A few weeks ago the family had a pretty good day. We slept in, we ate pancakes made by Papa. The boys got a haircut (Charlie's first!) and then a bath.
We drove to Calistoga (about an hour west, over the mountain pass, quite a few hair-pin turns). Kingsley got carsick for the first time. Poor chap, taking after his Mama---really not fair. Calistoga is a very cute, touristy town with a great park, a stream, and an icecream store. Perfect.
Then, we headed home, watched a movie, played with cars and Papa made his famous pizza (rolls the dough and everything). Really, a pretty good day.