Greetings from Cheeseland

When I was younger, I kept a journal in spurts.  I would be really good at writing for a long time, and then I would get busy and a million things would happen, and I felt like I had to go back and record all of them before I could move on with my journaling.  Of course, this left me feeling overwhelmed, which meant that I wouldn't write anything at all.  Then, finally, I would decide that the past was a lost cause and just start writing again where I was.

In retrospect, I'm not too sad about the times that I didn't write in my journal because I have quite enough pages full of sappy mush about silly middle- and high school boys as it is, but I did learn one lesson from all this, which is that it's better to just get over the time you missed and move on from where you are.  So, we'll just say that I wrote a multiplicity of strikingly witty blog posts in my head about all of the people and things that we're going to miss in Utah, how proud I am of myself for having used this move as an opportunity to completely de-junk our life and empty my parents' house of my belongings (many, many, many trips to the DI), all the people I'm grateful for who helped us move/didn't glare at me on the airplane when Asher cried, how I'm so amazing and unpacked our entire house in two days, etc, etc, etc, and get on with it.

A few days ago, we got back from vacation in Florida.  After weeks of packing, moving, and then unpacking again, it was very nice to relax, have fun, and play with Hugh's parents.  We went to the Museum of Science and History,

had a tour of the hospital where Hugh's dad works,

played games,

went to the beach,

the oldest fort in the Continental U.S.,

the zoo,

and on walks,

and just hung out.

I'm pretty sure that Asher's favorite part was playing with Grandpa...

...either that or all of the ceiling fans.

Unfortunately, the merrymaking eventually came to an end and we had to return to real life.  But at least our new apartment has a ceiling fan. :)