There is just something about stepping off a plane and blasting into your home terminal. It’s a sense of calm and confidence, and the feeling that you are not the tourist/visitor/businessman from out of town. I don’t travel often by any stretch of the imagination, but I have accumulated a modest amount of miles. This is how I felt when I walked off the plane into Metro- home.
Yesterday I returned from a four day trip to Washington D.C., where I attended the annual immigration attorney conference (a must as far as continuing education goes). I was in class most of the time and that left almost zero free time to see some of the sights, which was a shame as we were near Mt. Vernon and I’ve never been. Oh well, the discussion regarding advance issues in citizenship will help me far more in the long run than seeing the home of George Washington… right?
While I was gone Dara was kind of enough to come down and babysit Ajax (thank you!). Word on the street is that the pair had a great time and even ventured an excursion to Ikea. While I was gone Ajax seems to have changed immensely. He has three new teeth and his hair is longer (Dave is urging for a hair cut). Ajax has also fixed “bye bye” onto almost everything. For example – bye bye mama, bye bye dada. He also now says – bye bye squirrel, bye bye kitty, and bye bye diaper (he will then take his stinky diaper and throw it away). How crazy is that?
We attended a Fourth of July BBQ yesterday and today we’re relaxing. It’s 100 degrees outside with the heat index and I’m exhausted. There are things going on around town, but I’m just happy being home with my guys. Our only plans include a watermelon and steaks on the grill.
