Valley of the sun...

We are back from Scottsdale. It was great. I took my camera, but I didn't take one picture. Shameful, I know. I've got to work on my memory making skills. This post won't have a photo either--at least until tomorrow. I'm too tired to go downstairs. Blogging on my laptop, in bed.

I meet Ryan in the Phoenix airport on Thursday night. He had work stuff and flew from a different airport on an earlier flight. When I found him at baggage claim, he was wearing a suit, rockin' a pair of flip-flops, and typing away on his blackberry. That's my husband and he's awesome. My sister picked us up and we headed to downtown Scottsdale for a late dinner.

I slept in until 9:30am. The beauty of hotel rooms is that they are equipped with those super black out curtains. There was no light getting in that room--it was divine. Shannon and I headed to the mall. For six hours. That was divine too. I had no reason to rush--my husband was on the golf course until the sun went down and my kids were two states away. It was the strangest feeling. I couldn't get over it--I kept having to remind myself that I didn't have to hurry, I didn't have to get home to relieve someone.

I slept in again Saturday morning. Watched an overpriced movie in the room, went on a bike ride with Ryan before he went golfing, sat by the pool, had a facial, ate peanut M&M's, and might have had a Dr. Pepper. (I know I said I'm not a soda drinker anymore. I'm still not, but I was on vacation!).

Sunday consisted of a spring training baseball game. The Giants sucked it up and since they were losing so badly, we left early to hang out with some college friends. We love Joe and Jamie (and Easton and Will too!). Again, why do all the people who "get us" live so far away? It's starting to feel cruel. I need my people.

We flew home super early yesterday morning and I paid for it all day. Unlike my husband, I'm not accustomed to waking up at 4am. I was a mess. Thankfully, my mom hung out for a few hours while I took a short nap. I wouldn't have made it otherwise.

My mom. She's the best. She stayed with Lilly and Caleb all weekend and handled it like a pro. I guess she is a pro--she did raise four kids of her own while working full-time. They had pancakes every morning, spent hours at the park, had picnics on the trampoline, jumped on the couch cushions, and had toast in bed before bedtime. Lilly didn't ask about us once. And her birthday was a success because she had her Nana there.

I missed them. It took me a day and a half to stop worrying/wondering about them. I won't do that next time. But, it was my first time leaving both of them, and so I just wanted everything to go ok. And, I wanted to make sure my mom wasn't going insane. She wasn't.

We are back to our regular schedule. Except tonight...Lilly watched the new Twilight movie in bed with me. She loves the werewolves. And she likes when Bella dives in the water. And when Edward "cracks." She feel asleep all snuggled up to me, and when the movie was over, I picked her up and put her in her bed. It was a good night.