And we're back.

Olive and I made our triumphant return home yesterday.

It's good to be home.

Traveling with a toddler is tiring. Traveling with a toddler while pregnant is exhausting. Traveling with a toddler while pregnant and dealing with transportation snafu's is exhausting and frustrating.

But well worth it.

Oli and I headed down to sunny Arizona last Monday to visit my Grandma for the week. The weather was gorgeous (even though all the Arizonians (Arizonites?) kept apologizing for the cool temps. It was sunny and in the upper 60s and low 70s the entire trip. We didn't complain. Even managed to brave the "cold" for daily naps in the sun and soaks in the pool.

Olive was a dream the whole trip. I couldn't have asked her to be more well behaved than she was. She was her usual happy, sunny self and charmed the polyester track suits right off all the residents of Fountain East Mobile Home Community. Being that the average age of the residents is probably around 78, it wasn't that hard. She enjoyed going for walks around the community and admiring everyone's "lawn" ornaments. And the citrus trees. We picked a lot of oranges, lemons and grapefruits to bring to Great Grandma. And she now has about 20 extra Grandma and Grandpa's in her corner.

We fully embraced the spirit of the senior community and partook in several events; spaghetti dinner, shuffleboard, bocce, naps in the sun, visiting friends and watching for the flag to be put out on the club house signaling the arrival of the mail.

All in all it was a great week. I am glad we went.

But it is so good to be home.