Weekend trip

We returned exhausted from a fun, relaxing, action-packed weekend. Arrived home a little after 8pm, fed the baby, gave her a quick bath and then off to bed. I'm sure she was as happy to be in her own bed as I was to be in mine. (Even with such a late bedtime, and a weekend with her schedule all off, she still woke up at 6am. On the dot. As if she has a clock in her brain. I want to push her bedtime back a bit so she will sleep in later, but I think she is just an early riser. Stupid circadian rhythm...)

The weekend was spent in Sacramento with my parents and two of my three brothers. I'm sure I'll have pictures soon, but for now I'll just have to tell you that it was a great time. We played Apples to Apples and watched Evelyn scoot around the floor. We ate delicious fruit. We watched Twister. We went to the Jelly Belly factory and sampled their new Pomegranate flavor. I pulled a wicked burn on one brother by adding extra onions to his lunchtime burrito. It was good times all around.

(One amusing anecdote from the airport. The Sacramento airport is small, which turned out to be a very good thing when the video monitors for departing flights listed our departure gate as something different from the gate number on our ticket. We figured there had been a gate change. No, the video monitor was wrong--and had been for a week!--which we found out when a TSA agent finally came to our gate and told us we were probably at the wrong place because no one flies out of this gate anymore. So we rushed through the airport and to the other security checkpoint, arriving at our gate as boarding was starting. So Jon gets on ahead of me to set up the car seat. While I'm waiting with Evelyn to let her get some of the last wiggles out, this guy comes rushing by but stops to say, "That dude is AWESOME!" to Evelyn. She looked like a boy, I guess, in her blue shirt and shorts. When we boarded the plane we passed the same guy--in his late 20s, btw--who said, "There's the awesome dude! Hey, little buddy!" as if Evelyn would somehow recognize him and return his enthusiasm. She elicits the most interesting responses sometimes.)

I collapsed into bed around 9:30pm after finding nothing in the refrigerator but the fixings for a sad bean burrito and watching one episode of Food Network's "The Best Thing I Ever Ate: Fried Foods." (What? Tempura fried bacon! I predict a bacon party in our future.) My bed isn't as comfy and soft and pretty as the guest bed we slept in at my mom's house, but it is my bed and that makes it infinitely better.

The dogs returned home this morning and I can't wait to see them. The house is a lot quieter without them, but it isn't quite home. The temperature is hitting the mid-90s today so the house will be h-o-t hot, but I'm still excited to go home. Sit on the couch. Eat cereal for dinner. Maybe knit a row or two. Home.