Monday, February 11, 2008

Home Sweet Home

We’re home after a long, but surprisingly smooth day of travel with a 3.5 year old. Seems the child loves anything and everything that moves, so having to go in a rental car, on an underground train (at the Denver Int'l Airport), a jet plane, a "mobile lounge" (at Washington/Dulles Int'l Airport), and finally a van ride to our parked car was excitement enough. If I had a nickel for every time this exchange took place…

Me:Wow sweetie. Inside voice please.”

Regardless, both Brad and I agree that this was truly one of the best family trips we have had to date. This was due, in part, to the quality time we had with my brother’s family, which includes two boys, ages six and eight. Z was absolutely enamored of them and it was special to watch their bond grow.

In addition, we are all pretty much in one piece, other than a few pounds heavier and a compressed nerve in my toe, possibly due to too tight ski boots. This was diagnosed by my pulmonologist dad though, so we can’t be 100% sure. ;)

P.S. Let me just add that the very same dad (in his late sixties), went skiing with us four out of five days!

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