Ferris and I bolted from Pocasmello and left Eva behind with the grandparents. We're now in Sun Valley basking in the unfettered gloriousness that is also known as LIFE WITHOUT A BITE-SIZED TURD DRIVING ME CRAZY. If you're ever in Sun Valley, please do yourself a solid and have dinner at The Pioneer Saloon. It's a bare bones steak house that lets the meat do the talking. I rarely eat steak but allowed myself to indulge in the petite fillet mignon while Ferris had the prime rib. Then we topped it off with a mud pie mud slide giant berg of coffee ice cream deliciousness. The server said the Oreo crust was the best part, but I feel STRONGLY that the one inch layer of dark Carmel topping was the epitome of decadence. I have no recent memory of ever being this full...stuffed...barely able to move. Seriously, I had to walk to and from the car with my back arched and belly distended to accommodate the extra luggage.
In honor of our parental escape, I'm posting a video of Eva and me singing songs yesterday morning just before we left. She's in such an amazing stage of cuteness mixed with devil. Check out 0:44 when she flaps her tongue to enunciate the letters between L and P. Explosion of cuteness.