A Break

I loved, loved, LOVED my stay in Tucson, Arizona.

I loved:

• sitting by the pool reading
• shopping at the mall with no time restraint
• sleeping in a king size bed
• pringles and mini-eggs for breakfast 
• eating outside

• the Desert Jeep Tour (courtesy of RainBird)
• the 1970's Scout that didn't break down (pay attention to the top middle photo)
• visiting with our driver, Carlos
• the seven guys in our group that didn't mind me tagging along for a couple of days (although I politely declined the Rainbird factory tour...)
• the unique beauty of the Arizona desert
• the 'Cowboy' dinner catered in the desert

• having some much-needed and appreciated alone time with my husband
• renting a car and driving to Phoenix to visit with some of our favorite cousins
• pedicures and manicures with said favorite cousins

•  hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurants
• the smell of orange blossoms 
• visiting the Tucson Botanical Gardens
• warm temperatures

And of course coming home last night to this:
(A HUGE, HUGE, HUGE thank you goes to 'the piano teacher,' Danelle (and husband and baby), for babysitting, five not-always-easy kids.)

Although, reality slapped me in the face this morning, as I ran to the bus stop in my bathrobe, carrying Drew and holding/dragging Ellie's hand as she was crying.

Hmmm-someone please remind me, what exactly was it I missed about my children while I was gone?!?