Florida!

Seriously, going months at a time without seeing my folks kiiiiiiiills me (but not enough to live in Kansas;). And the highlight of P's very existence (according to P;), is visiting them in Florida. So, despite the almost deadly amount of air travel required, we have come to (as my mother calls it, and always in one, loving breath), sunnywarmSarasota.

P is in heaven.

Z .... she broke out in hives on the flight down, Then pooped. Then popped again. Have I mentioned how much I love changing diapers in tiny airplane bathrooms;) Then there may have been some screaming a few times in there. And for quite a while on the car-ride from the airport.... ("I WANT DOWN!!!!!!!!!"). But she made her first transcontinental vacay in one piece. Minus the hives, I guess :)

Now she is covered in rashes and getting in molars. She weathers her discomfort in typical Z style. Loudly. And sleeplessly. But man can she turn on the charm when Gramps or cousin Josh walk into the room :)

Back to P:). He spent vast amounts of time, pre-cold front, getting pruny in the pool. Then busied himself collecting seashells from the drive when the weather went south. He loves the smell of the air. Driving the mule. Chatting with his Gramps. Hanging out with Grams. The child, he is very, very happy. And this helps him recover from the fact that his sister makes popping into the car an act of sheer misery, thus deterring most Florida attractions. But, hey, the kid has shells and water and the most awesome of grandparents right here, no car ride needed. (just that damn, initial plane bit;)