Home again, home again

We’ve been home since late Saturday, and I’m still trying to get back into the swing of thangs.  I’m actually happy to be back, but I’ve been tired. There’s been so much to do, and all the paper training with Ezzy seems to have flown out the window while she was staying with my dad.

I’m so excited how well the trip turned out, I know the kids had a blast.  This is the stuff childhoods are made of — as soon as we got to the beach Bryan said it reminded him of summers when he was a kid.  That’s what I’m hoping the girls will get out of it (not to mention having oodles of time to spend with us with no interruptions).

I’m really hoping we can make it a yearly tradition.  Or, every two months.  Or every week even!