Road Trippin....

were home.

yeah.

double yeah.

so happy to be home.

we had a good time. it was a good trip. always fun to see family.

it was a long drive.



the monkey was so good. a few minor car meltdowns, but when you spend what feels like a lifetime trapped in a car seat, struggling to get out, you'd probably have a meltdown, too. Good thing that we had our GPS for him to play with, and guide the way to grandma's house.



lots of gas station rest rooms, some with so many old ladies letting loose behind stall doors that the enclosure smelled more like a barnyard than the facilities.

too many snacks consumed. not as many good meals as were used to, but that's what happens with a two year old who prefers a gas station corn dog to a real meal with a knife and fork.



when you are used to sleeping on a cal. king bed at home, a queen size in a hotel just doesn't cut it anymore.



didn't take many pictures - mostly because there were already four million cameras taking pictures....if one of them is yours, and you read this blog, will you e-mail me some from weekend events?

very swollen ankles, sore back, puffy fingers. reminiscient of way back when. oh the memories.



the monkey loves everyone. and the sun. and the turtles and fishes at the zoo. he even loves the strangers that sat behind us at lunch today. he also loves balls. and having money in his pockets. and nice mama's who buy him crap at gas stations because they feel bad he's been stuck in the car for so long.