Tuesday, January 20, 2009


I have returned from the valley of the sun. It's cold here. I have to admit it was nice to be away for a bit, though the trip didn't exactly yield the results I was hoping for: more negotiations for life reclaiming have been scheduled for March and I skipped flossing 3 times while I was gone. Oh the agony. I'm back on the wagon though, so it's all good.

I found this cute note from Brigham on the door as I came home from the airport last night. I couldn't get a picture that didn't include my reflection. It's artistic--has underlying meaning. Not really.

Then when I came in, this was rolled up on the floor. It's a picture of me and Brigham and Hunter hugging. Either baby Seth isn't capable of hugging or he didn't miss me enough to make it into the picture.

Amid squeals of "Mom came back to live with us!" from Hunter, the boys showed me a cake they made (with much help from Aunt Ami) for me. It was explained to Hunter several times that it was a welcome home cake, not a birthday cake, but he never caught on. He's still saying "We finished your birthday!" and "We made you a birthday!"

Thanks for the party, boys!


Becky said...

Glad you're back. Don't you love homecomings? Makes you think of our reunions, how AWESOME they will be!

Brooke said...

What a nice little welcoming committee you had! I would love to meet your boys. They seem so sweet, smart and funny. I am trying to talk Ami into a visit this summer, maybe you guys could come along..... :)

Quin's momma said...

How sweet. The note on the door cracked me up. Reminds me of stuff I used to do...great to know kids never change. Also- love the artistic-ness of the cake. Americana is great for all occasions.