Today was a lovely, wonderful, most spectacular day. Today was that day that I have every year after asking myself repeatedly “Why do I live in this grey, wet, cold, overcast, miserable, rainy place??” – – and then that day like today comes along, and it’s gorgeous and warm and sunny and you can see the mountains crisp and clear, and I am reminded of why I live here.
But first, yes, we’re home from Phoenix. It was an absolutely delightful vacation, and I enjoyed every minute. Well, *nearly* every minute. In the three hour flight there were about 1.5 hours of random whine/scream/fuss/crying, punctuated by occasional throw-up and not one but TWO poo blow-outs. And I only use the term ‘blow-out’ to describe those events when the poo does not stay within its designated confines (ie. the diaper).
The flight home was, well … suffice to say that I was very glad to get off that airplane…. and so was everyone else on it.
Which is heavier? (Answer: the kid.)