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Sometimes I feel like I'm the biggest whiner in the world. I was so worried about the flights, about how it would go with LP during the trip (would it be hell to get him to bed? Would he disintegrate into hysterical crying all the time and throw tantrums in stores?) But here we are, with the memories of this fantastic vacation, and our son who behaved like a little champion all the way through. He adapted very well, napped easily, was so tired that it was a cinch to put him to sleep and he almost never woke back up, ate everything we gave him... He truly seemed to enjoy everything, from the beach to Sea World and the San Diego Zoo, to the cruise and day trip to Catalina Island, to the Dodgers game and the night of camping in the desert... To top it off, he slept half of the flight back and didn't even cry for a minute.

I swear I'm not a liar, he can be very, very intense but my sister is right, I should really stress less and realize that he's a very engaging, funny and easy kid too.

I feel like I need a couple of days to digest everything and write about in greater detail, but I promise I'll post pictures very soon (I meant to do it now, but only to prove me wrong, LP just woke up howling for seemingly no reason and won't calm down, so...)

It's back to real life tomorrow morning, which means setting out outfits for us both, bagging my lunch, work, daycare... I have a little pinch of sadness in my heart, but at the same time as much as I would have liked to stay there (forever!), there's something pleasant and comforting about getting back to your home and your routine. I feel like my batteries are charged, that's for sure, and I will undertake what's next with a renewed energy.