Trippin' Out

We're home! I don't know whether that needs an exclamation point or a period because I can't decide how I feel about that. If you are referring to the laundry we generated, it's a period. If you are referring to getting to watch all the DVR'd shows I missed, it's an exclamation point.

Here are pictures from our journey home:

Steven's parents drove to California from Tennessee because they are road-trippy like that and his dad (on the left) was getting his dad work on the remainder of their trip via map. Each morning we all had breakfast together in the hotel's breakfast area.

This is Grandpa with Chloe, Zach and Libby at breakfast. He's always smiling. I wish Libby would go ahead and inherit that trait.

This is where Libby decided she'd like to ride on the way to the airport as we were leaving California. Steven vetoed that idea.

Libby "rolled big" on the airplane home with her Diego DVD.

Libby earned her keep by rolling her own bag through the airport. By the looks of her stance, it must have been heavy. Don't feel too badly for her, I rolled it most of the time.

We flew from Ontario, California to Atlanta, then to Nashville. Why? Because our car was in Nashville from the trip to California. We wanted to fly out with his brother's family, so we added a bit of a huh? portion to our trip back. We spent the night in Nashville. Driving out of Nashville, we went through downtown and saw the Titan's stadium. I think Steven was casing it out for an upcoming game that will be played by the Vols using that stadium as a neutral ground.

Hard Rock Cafe' for lunch. Libby said, "Look, Mommy. Letters." Steven was saying, "Look, Stevie Ray Vaughan...cool."

We had a nice normal table,but Libby really wanted to watch her DVD, so we moved to a glow in the dark booth. It was pretty miserable for us. At this dinner, we had a nice conversation that she's about to get what my friend Mandy calls "a rude awakening" in that she's about to really get real with learning who is in charge. We are in the "tantrum, whine, repeat my whine until you respond affirmatively, throw up" stage. Birth control, anyone? ha haa Here's the new booth:
This was our after dinner "Meleia's back to the gym tomorrow" ice cream!

Here's a short clip of Libby when we got back to our Nashville Hotel. I really wanted her to tell everyone about her trip to see Grandma and Grandpa Bridenstine, but she wouldn't focus. Five seconds before I got ready to take the clip of her she had stripped her clothes off to go swimming (there never was swimming an option, but she had her own little plan). So, we got her to put her clothes back on and shot the following: