Back from Arizona...

I don't know what fascinates my boys about flying on an airplane for 5 hours, but it does. Brock just sat on the airport floor (eww) and gazed at all the planes waiting for his turn to board. The boys actually did well. We figured out that if John and Brock sat behind me and Austin it worked out best. That way both kids get a window to gaze out and they weren't able to tease each other the whole way.

We had a whirlwind of a time in Arizona at my nephew, Lucas', farewell. Tons of family in town...a trip to the ER for what we thought was appendicitis and turned out to be what they thought was gallstones. Then Austin ended up falling and getting four staples in his head.

So right now I am up to my ears in laundry, grocery shopping, and trying to wean Wes. I could probably feed all the hungry babies in Florida right now. Ouch. Double ouch.

The one good thing about coming home from vacation is getting back to our bed. The small body-to-bed ratio for John and I on a queen bed is brutal. My mom says it's a queen...but I would bet $100 that it's a double.

I will be updating soon after I get my head above water. Although I am feeling pretty boyant right now. :)