We’re in California, the kids and I! (Dan meets us here next week).
After taking the greatest picture of Col and Rose walking across the tarmac to board our hometown puddle jumper, snow falling, mountains looming, each child proudly wheeling a carry-on bag behind them, I seem to have lost my camera.
I rummaged around for it last night, hoping to snap a picture of Col and Rose snoozing side by side, evoking all the sweetness and innocence that rises to the top of sleeping children everywhere. The caption would have been something like “After two flights (one delayed), managing the children’s strange tendencies to want to caress every squalid airport surface (sometimes with their tongues), no naps, bumper to bumper traffic through San Francisco, all is well.”
And then Col spiked a fever of over 103F and raised his weary head long enough to puke piles of warm, chunky pinkness on the bed between him and Rose. He still woke before 6:00am, croaking, “why have we been in bed soooo long?”
Good thing we’ve got two grandparents on site and Rose’s new doctor kit. (Imagine picture of Rose inserted here aiming plastic syringe at you with a grin you’d never want to see on your health provider’s face).
I’ll be back here next week to tell you more about this crazy place where camellias are blooming and farmers markets are bustling with newly-harvested food.
Until then, have a lovely holiday and thank you for tuning into our ongoing adventures!