What? August?

Seriously.  Y'all.  It's August tenth.  Am I the only one surprised by that?  It just seems that this summer passed by at lightning fast speed.  [I'm blaming it on the move.]

Lydia and John Paul and I got home in record time on Friday night.  We were all a little sleepy on Saturday but it wasn't anything a nap couldn't cure :) 

I saw Lydia's exhaustion turn into a stream of constant chatter.  She talked for the entire last half of the flight and only stopped three times to take a breath.  I promise. {or at least it seemed that way}  It's actually kind of fun to hear her.... almost like stream of consciousness talking that can be pretty entertaining. 

John Paul's exhaustion just ramped up his activity meter but (praise Jesus!) he is at such a great age to fly.  Old enough to understand that we must do what the flight attendants say (no tray tables during landing, no standing in your seat for take off) and old enough to entertain with stickers and magazines and other little seat-friendly activities that I manage to pull out of my head at necessary moments. 

His head bobbed during landing but once the wheels were on the ground his "Daddy-finding-meter" peaked and there was no more resting for my little guy who was eager to locate his Daddy.  Once Matt was found and John Paul was settled into his car seat he was asleep in seconds! 


It is good to be home.  (Although it feels empty tonight - Matt took the older three on a end-of-summer camping trip with some friends.)