“The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see.” - Chesterton

Josh left for Vegas yesterday morning early. He's driving with his parents and they stopped last night to pick up his brother in PA. He says its kind of like being kids again, driving cross country with the two boys in the back seat. (Mooommmm. Jeffrey's touching me. Make him Stooooppppp.)

Josh and I stayed up far too late Tuesday night, packing. I think we went to bed at 3am and the alarm went off at 530 am. To add to the chaos, Evan kept waking up and wanting to just hang out with us -- he was actually totally awake and sitting in his bouncy chair from about 1245 - 130 am, while I sorted laundry on the floor. He kept himself entertained by trying to put my blue byzantine veil over his head.

So, for the rest of the week its just me and E hanging out. I take him up to daycare in the morning, then my mom comes down and picks him up mid-afternoon and they go back to the house until I get home around 6pm. Last night we were both so pooped that we went to sleep early and did basically nothing. Tonight my goal is to go to the mall and buy some bras, then hopefully get a bit of cleaning done after he goes to sleep. I hate the idea of coming home to a dirty house.

Oh, my flight leaves Saturday morning at 645 am now, instead of 7 am. Yipee.