Earlier this week, my siblings ditched school so that we could spend the day in Sedona.  It's become a casual tradition that we absolutely love, and it was so precious making memories up in these gorgeous mountains where the red rock is surely so different than what I'll find in the Alps.  It was hilarious how insane we all went at Walmart when my dad offered to buy each of us a snack for the car {and of course Rachel was not thrilled when Sophie chose a jellybean dispenser in the form of a plastic, chirping chick}.  We reminisced of our West Coast Roadtrip by listening to the same Bastille and Panic at the Disco soundtracks, and of course we sang.  In Sedona, we hiked down to a stream where the kids hopped from rock to rock {and even though I myself was barefoot and wading in the water, it took them slipping in to realize that perhaps wearing their tennis shoes was a bad idea}.  We milled around the trendy streets, watched a great dane bark insanely at a revolving statue, and even ventured into a ghost town.