Be it ever so humble

Last week, my family went on a trip. It was a big trip. It involved being away for a week, a 6 hour drive, and the crossing of a national border (that one to the north).

It was a nightmare. And it wasn't. And I need to write about it, I know I do. And I will, as soon as I have some more time to process it.

But now I'm home.

It's such a relief to be home. My laundry is done. I can cook my meals again. Baby Girl is napping, at least a little bit. Life is back to normal.

Which is a good thing. I think.

Because what is normal?

I'll be cheerful again. I'll be deep and thought provoking again. I'll be funny again.

But today? I'm just relieved to be on my own couch. And ON TWITTER AGAIN. Ahem.

There's no place like home.

My tiny guest blogger

Baby Girl wanted to write something today, and seeing as I never say no to her, the blog is all hers. Give her a warm welcome, okay? ;)

Dear Daddy,

I don't know if you read this, since you always tell mommy you think blogging is silly, but just in case I wanted to thank you.

Thank you for working so hard for so long so that mommy and I can be together all the time.

Thank you for giving me everything I could ever ask for, even when I have no idea what that is.

Thank you for kissing and hugging me every morning before you go to work.

Thank you for always letting me use you as a teething ring, even now that I have a tooth.

Thank you for tickling me and for blowing raspberries on my tummy. It's hilarious.

And thank you for taking care of mommy sometimes. I try, but I am only 9 months old.

Mostly, thank you for being my daddy.

Love,

Baby Girl

P.S. Don't tell mommy I can type in complete sentences. In fact, huiofheioprnqp;. There, that should throw her off.