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there's no place like home




First we sleep.









Then we clean like maniacs!









And after the dust has settled...









Mommy will find time to blog. Cross my heart. When the dust has settled...

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blogzilly said…
There really is nothing like finally being home. Glad to hear it.
October 21, 2009 at 5:03 PM
hannah and blitzen said…
Have a fantastic night!!! I am sure you will just melt into your bed. Sleep well... can't wait to hear how Trevor is doing.....
October 21, 2009 at 5:20 PM
Colby said…
That's all I needed to hear....

Will wait for more news after you rest! You deserve a break!!!

Cyndi
October 21, 2009 at 7:45 PM
Sinead said…
The dust may never settle but we will hear from you when you are more awake and ready to type. Might take you a few days to adjust.
October 21, 2009 at 8:21 PM
Shanna Grimes said…
So glad you are home!
October 21, 2009 at 8:23 PM
Anonymous said…
Welcome home. A long journey, immeasurable in common terms. So glad you had a safe trip and you can embrace the pleasures of home once again. CB
October 21, 2009 at 9:10 PM
Adesta said…
Take your time! You guys all deserve some down and snuggly time with all the kiddo's. Glad to know you made it home ok. {hugs}
October 22, 2009 at 4:13 AM
Lisa said…
So glad you guys are finally home! There is nothing like that first day back. :)
October 22, 2009 at 4:33 AM
JSmith5780 said…
And how nice that you came home to some beautiful weather in the NorthEast! Open the windows and air the place out!
October 22, 2009 at 5:06 AM
Mama Skates said…
settle girl...settle! we'll b here when u get back ;0)

so glad u're home! xoxoxox

sharon
October 22, 2009 at 5:35 AM
Bacon Wife said…
So glad you are home!
Cant wait to hear how wonderful Trevy is doing!

Love you bunches!
Connie
October 22, 2009 at 5:54 AM
Anonymous said…
Welcome home!!! Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy!

Sheila
October 22, 2009 at 10:14 AM
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