And... we're Home.

We arrived home very late on Wednesday night. We awoke on Thursday morning to the biggest playfort you have ever seen!!! Hubby worked on it all weekend, in the rain, and it is loved by "J" and "J2". However, on the second slide down "J2" did not see that his cousin was standing close to the bottom. As he got to the bottom of the slide he hit "J", whom then flipped foward sinking his rather sharp two front teeth into "J2"'s forehead. The blood was gushing, the tears were flowing, and two stitches later neither boy will go down the slide again. "J" keeps saying that it is too big for him. Well, in time I suppose.

Our plane ride home was rather uneventful, except that we did not have tv's again from Calgary to Ottawa. And "J" did not sleep despite the time of day/night. But, all in all he is a great traveller. He kept saying all the way home that he missed his cousins and Auntie, which of course would bring me to tears throughout our 7 1/4 hour trip home. The poor flight attendants, probobly thought something terrible had happened, but no, I was just missing my Sis already.

We brought the good weather with us (yes, you are all welcome) and some nasty colds. "J" had picked up his cousins cold the third day we were there, but I did not get it until we were on our way home. And of course today is even worse than yesterday, so we will be hanging out close to home for a bit, as we don't want to be sharing this nastiness with anybody.

So far, the hardest part about being home is that "J" now thinks we can hop on a plane anytime we want and go for a visit. And considering that we live right under the flight path, you can just imagine how many times he has asked to go back on the plane to play. Hopefully we will be able to go a little more often, but for now we have to wait for Christmas for another visit. Poor "J" doesn't realize that Christmas is a little more than a few days away.