Home again, home again...

We had a pretty relaxed morning before heading to the airport. Nothing quite like the homey feel of a Starbucks, so we walked down the street to the nearest one for breakfast...and I bought one of their city mugs because, well, it seemed like it'd be way cooler to have one that said "Chicago" with the Chicago skyline than one that says "San Jose".

In an effort to be careful to make it to the airport on time, we got there early. That was fine. We spent a lot of time in the check-in line, where Mam was very helpful with the luggage.Then we had a long walk to the terminal, down a hallway fully of neon artwork...Finally, we arrived at our gate where Smunch could finally look at real airplanes. And after all that beautiful weather we had, it started to rain...The rain didn't hinder our flight any, although something did. After we boarded, we still sat on the ground for 45 minutes, but alls well that ends well, I guess. I skipped the most exciting part of waiting for our flight. It really deserves its very own post...

We arrived home to 105 degree weather and some kind of critter that had died in the wall of the playroom (Gack! Let's go back to Chicago, honey!). Fortunately, it's cooled off since then and we're back in the land of swim lessons, babysitters, gymnastics and summer camp. *Phew* At least until our next adventure, coming soon...