Why!? Why don't I live in Arizona!? Wait, what am I saying? Why?! Why don't Cynde and Ryan live in California?! Because their baby is so cute and sweet and wonderful that it's only been a few hours since I've seen him and already I'm missing his squishy cheeks. And that half smile he gives before falling asleep. And his wobbly head and spastic arms. Ugh, he's the cutest. This morning I spent some quality time with him snoozing in my arms for about an hour and then he woke up and had the world's largest poo explosion and even then I thought he was too adorable for words.
We spent most of the time lounging at home, reading and napping and watching trash tv and eating gelato and cooing over the kid. I took a couple of hours out on Friday to have lunch with my long lost pal Stephanie. We grew up together and were at BYU at the same time but haven't seen each other since. We ate yummy sandwiches and reminisced about our glory days at girls camp. Thanks for coming all the way out, Stephanie!
On Saturday we took an excursion into downtown Chandler to get popscicles and stroll and we ended up crashing an old people's brunch at a hotel while in search of bathroom to change a diaper. We walked into the courtyard and stumbled across about a hundred or so senior citizens eating quiche and tapping their toes to a Dixieland band. My people!
It was such a great weekend. And to top it all off, after I got buckled into my seat on the flight home I saw a woman walking down the aisle wearing an LA Derby Doll's sweatshirt and I said a silent prayer that she would sit next to me. And she did! Of course she did. She was one of those woman that looked like she lived kind of hard so I couldn't tell if she was 40 or 100 but the tips of her hair were dyed hot pink and she had a Hello Kitty tattoo on her neck. No joke! She told me all about how she was returning from Atlanta where she and her daughter attended the Roller Derby National Championships. I asked if she played and she said not currently because the team she used to skate with were a bunch of slackers. So I asked what her derby name was and she said it was Mama Gore. And her daughter was Demi Gore. We chatted the whole time before take off about roller derby and Gone With the Wind (still reading) and how come it's so blasted hot in California in November and then we clammed up at take off and did not disturb each other for the rest of the trip. Which is to say it was a perfect flight home.