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Back to normal, whatever that is


Wow, where the heck did the past 2 weeks go? Reagan is back. Mother-in-law has come and gone.

Let's start with Reagan. I am so impressed. She really didn't get homesick. This is the girl that would cry when she got struck out (without swinging) just 2 months ago. Now she is a confident traveler, where most people were speaking spanish. It is nice to get a chance to stand back and see your offspring for what she has become. Kids are amazing.

Moving on to Carmen. It would not be my cup of tea to travel with someone elses kids, even if they were my grandkids, maybe. Heck, traveling with my own kids is tough enough. To give up or at least share your vacay and watch my kid? Pretty amazing.

Ian is at school, Reagan is bothering me with questions every five minutes, it is hot and humid, AC is going. This is what life is supposed to be. ahhh.

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