When I was just 13 days old, we stayed in a hotel because Hurricane Sandy was on her way. Our street always loses power, and mom and dad didn't want to take any chances. We were only without it for a day, but boy were we all glad to have secured a hotel room. Here are some shots from the stay. Nana and Papa weren't as lucky as we were - but in the grand scheme of things, everybody fared just fine.
It was just like home - the G's were right down the hall!
Telling Dad what I think of the accommodations...
"Trashing" a hotel room, baby-style...
Ahh... back home again
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