And then it was five years.

Tom and I recently celebrated our 5th anniversary, and I was bound and determined to have a getaway before we get too much older and too much more decrepiter. (Yes, I know decrepiter is not a real word.)

So his mom came down to hang out with the girls (they ate a lot of delicious ice cream—a sure-fire way to the hearts of my children) while we headed up to Park City.

As far as times of the year to visit Park City, it was a pretty dead one. But of course we didn't care. That didn't stop us from running circles in our hotel elevator as soon as the door closed, only to slap on our most serious of faces as soon as the doors opened again. It was a liberating activity.

We visited the Olympic Park in hopes of riding the zip line, but alas—all the rides were closed. Please note: If you want to do almost anything in Park City, do not visit over the first weekend of November. We did, however, watch some people train for the bobsled and skeleton, which was exciting and made me feel like I was carrying the Olympic torch around. (It's a metaphor.)

And then—ooooooooh then—we put on our fanciest clothes that we'd already been wearing all day and headed over to Ruth's Chris Steak House for an evening of fine dining.

As you can imagine, we discussed indepthly why it's called Ruth's Chris Steak House.

Tom's theory: So this guy named Chris started this Steak House, but then his wife Ruth stepped in because he was doing it all wrong, so it became Ruth's Chris Steak House.















Season's theory: There were a bunch of guys named Chris who started a Steak House and nobody knew which one belonged to which Chris. So then everyone was like, "We're gonna go to Ruth's Chris tonight."















We've both lost sleep over it.

Anyway. Whatever the reason for the name—Ruth's Chris Steak House is the best steak one could EVER possibly hope to have. I mean, is it appropriate to gush about a piece of meat? Anyway, here's another please note: If you tell them it's your anniversary when you make your reservation, they will adorn your table with real rose petals and then give you a free dessert.

Now that we're back, it's down to business as usual—with Tom at work and me at home, reminding Clara to chew her food and Maren that she's not allowed to stand up in the bathtub. The usual. No more of this globetrotting around in elevators and eating cinnamon bears around the clock.

But that's okay. It was just the break this old married couple needed.