...and my profoundest apologies for not naming my last post "The Beagle has landed," per JJ Daddy O's suggestion, and Dan's second.
In my mind, I have an excellent series of blog posts that aren't at all braggy ("Here's a photo of me drinking a hand-delivered mimosa on a private beach!" although I do have photo evidence of just that), that are clever ("The first rule of traveling with a toddler: Don't."), a little sentimental ("And driving by the hospital where I was born, I felt a twinge of nostalgia in my heart"), with a dash of Californian irreverence to offset it all ("Duuuuude, Cali was so rad!").
But alas, I went to work at 6 a.m. today, less than 12 hours after arriving home. Or at least my body thought it was 6 a.m., even though it was 9. So all I can muster for today is the irreverence, thanks to Noah's savvy eye for photography, which also happens to be a small hint of things to come:
P.S. Did you miss me?
P.P.S. As I'm dowloading our photos, many of which I coaxed Noah into taking, I'm seeing a set of several photos of Ethan in a diaper eating something off our friends' coffee table with a soccer match on TV in the background. Cute, but doesn't really capture the vacation part of our vacation, since that's what happens at home at least once a week. It appears that Noah took several lovely photos of some gulls, but also, inexplicably, a pigeon.
P.P.P.S. I'm going to use this set of photos to revive my dying Flickr stream, mmkay?