The G's are back in Texas.
By the grace of God, really.
(NOT what you are thinking, "way too proud of Texas Daddy.")
In that we BARELY made our flight this morning.
I'm not exaggerating.
We were literally running through the terminal, stroller in Billy's hands, E on my hip.
It reminded me of that scene from "Home Alone" in the airport.
A nice man gave up his seat so the three of us could sit together.
Maybe it was because he didn't want to sit next to the already starting to act up Emmalina?
Anywho.
She did as well as any 12.5 month old would be expected to do.
Minimal screeching and only one mini tantrum.
Not bad!
We had such a great time in Florida.
Emily has a three way tie for her favorite vacation activities:
1. Sitting in her window seat at the rental house.
2. Having everyone read to her.
3. Walking on the beach right before bedtime.
Mommy's favorite thing was watching the sun set with the Daddy on the beach each night, while E danced around in the sand.