Home from Home

We're back safely in our San Diego home.

Mom keeps confusing people by calling East Aurora home AND San Diego home...but I guess that's kinda true. We feel like we're home in both places.

This means that I cried on the plane when we were leaving Buffalo. Mom cried, too. We were excited to get back here and see Daddy and the rest of our family and friends here, but we were really sad knowing how much we were gonna miss everyone back there.

We decided that instead of feeling sad, we were going to feel lucky that we have TWO special places that feel like home.

We've been posting pictures the whole time we were gone, just not here. There are tons, way too many to post here, but clicking the picture below should take you to them...

Ohio/Buffalo Trip

The trip back to San Diego was...umm...successful? We made it. Ryan ALMOST was left in Chicago, though. And not by accident.

You may remember the Mexican Jumping Bean Incident of 2010, in which my little brother knocked down an entire display of beans in the airport gift shop. Well, he was going bigger this time. Something happened to the sweet, funny little boy who got on the plane with us in Buffalo. Somewhere over the Great Lakes, he turned into a terrorist. Being blond and all, no one suspected him as such.

A monster de-planed in Chicago. And the monster thought he was HILARIOUS. We grabbed some Happy Meals for dinner. He whipped his nuggets and french fries across the room. And shrieked with delight. (The elderly couple who was showered with fries did not find this nearly as amusing.)

He also thought he was very funny as he ran into some columns and pretended to knock himself out. Repeatedly. Some other people might have thought this was funny, too.

We attempted to get a snack from the store. Mom made the mistake of trying to also get herself a bottle of water, meaning she had to let go of Ryan's hand long enough to open the cooler door. In 4 seconds flat, he managed to clear an entire board of Chicago magnets, a display of energy bars, and a shelf of something in boxes. It was awesome.

The more Mom told him to stop, the funnier he thought it was.

This behavior only lasted another hour and a half or so once we were on the plane, so it wasn't exhausting or anything.

I was amazingly well behaved. Of course.

We're home, San Diego home, now. We are happy to be back with our Daddy. We're pretty sure he's happy to have us back, too. Check out what he did to welcome us home!

One more surprise I found when I got back was in my room...there was someone's bed on my floor. Mom told me to guess who it belonged to. I guessed Uncle Dan. My second guess was correct: Uncle Darren. So I said to Mom, "I've gotta go tell Dad about this. He's gonna freak out."

He didn't seem surprised. Weird.

Thanks to everyone who made our trip wonderful and special. We had a great time in Ohio visiting family and partying at the wedding there, and we loved being in East Aurora.

Hugs and kisses to all!
J