Well, I'm home early. Teri and I took an earlier flight home from Vegas so I can stand in line tomorrow for the kindergarten roundup (I want Nathan in the morning session - wish me luck!). I don't think I really ever want to fly again, thank you very much. Our plane dropped and jerked and shook all the way from Vegas to Burbank. Unfortunately for us, there was a screamer on board. So whenever the plane bounced, she'd scream. When we were about to land, Teri (who isn't afraid of anything) turned to me and said, "This isn't going to be good, Mitzi" and drew a cross on her chest. The plane slammed onto the runway, bounced up, hit the ground again, bounced up, hit the ground, then slid from side to side. When we finally came to a stop, everyone cheered. I am SO glad to be home. Even Logan's crying for the first 45 minutes after I walked in the door was a delight. So, the boys had tee-ball Monday. Rob was super-dad while I was gone. He got them to tee-ball ...