Front Porch Living

It doesn't get much more West Virginia than front porch living. When we first moved into our house, our porch served as our only yard space for the kids to play. Now we have expanded to the (non-busy) road in front of our house and the neighbors yard across the street (she's 89 and doesn't use it for much). She has a little strip of grass before the drop off, which Lucas tumbled down last week. So, I guess it does get a little more West Virginia.

Rewind to a couple of months ago... When we first realized we were becoming a little to assimilated into local culture:

Fixing our dead car in the street. I don't have pictures, but a couple of weeks later Drew had his car up on bricks in the street. Uh!

I don't know if letting your kids play on the garage roof is West Virginia, but we've definitely witnessed parents worse than us. (Don't panic--the garage is built into the hill (very WV) so the roof levels out with the ground; ie, they couldn't have fallen far.)

And we still have two more years!