President's Day was our last big hoorah in Florida, and we were lucky to spend it with Josh's parents. Our warm welcome was not to be outdone by the fire alarm, whose ostentatious arrival at 4 a.m. was the highlight of the evening. There were loudspeakers in every room and a robotic voice that foretold the immanency of the Apocalypse and recommended that we depart the building immediately. Apparently Florida building codes require beachfront property to withstand a CAT3 hurricane but not Biblical quantities of fire and brimstone. One hour and one screaming baby later, the fire department notified us that the end times would not happen that evening, but that we should be diligent to observe all standard safety precautions because was still a realistic possibility for the future... especially since that week was Mardi Gras. That night set the tone for the rest of the week and it was a tough one. Fortunately, my parents were there to take the baby-reins and let us get some Josh&Alison time. We will definitely miss living near them in Virginia, especially with their new Granddaughter, but the time we had living near each other was a blessing that we will cherish. Remember... Texas isn't that far away!
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