Bill's parents fly in this morning to welcome him home. The original plan was for them to greet him as he got off the bus upon his return from the sandbox but his homecoming came earlier than expected so now it's more of a "hey, can I really touch you and see that you're not broken" kind of a thing. They'll only be here until Tuesday morning so this weekend is sure to be filled with quality family time. While they're leaving the crisp cool air and colorful foilage of Cincinnati, we'll be greeting them with hot, dry air blowing in from the desert and fires. Woohoo! Fall in So. Cal. Wouldn't have it any other way. Ok, so maybe not but at least I know what to expect.

In all my talk about Glen Ivy (I've mentioned it on my blog at least three times) I thought I'd leave you with some very glamorous pictures of our time there. There's not a whole lot since pool + camera = bad idea but here's what I've got:

Here's the entrance into the best place on earth:


This is the view we had all day


We're not quite sure what to do without little kids constantly seeking our attention at this point

Hey, do I look tan?? This might seem gross but it's so awesome. This is the natural clay mud that comes up from the earth in this part of the state.


Muddy buddies


We had such an awesome time that we're trying to figure out when we can go back. The first time I went I was eight months pregnant with Trey and I went with some girlfriends. Then I went again with my mom when Trey was about one. This was my first time with Bill. He's hooked. Of course we splurged and got him a massage but he can't wait to go back. Gotta look into season passes.