The Dinoia Family Heads West

So tomorrow we embark on the final leg(s) of our journey.  We depart for CA at the un-Godly hour of 7:50 a.m., though admittedly not as bad as catching a flight out of Keflavik to mainland Europe (in the good ole days).

We are mostly packed and I should be sound asleep.  However, I have never been west of Texas, so I am really quite excited about tomorrow.  We start a new adventure, despite it being domestic in nature, and can't wait to introduce our children to some of the most naturally beautiful parts of our country.  I know we will run out of time in which to do things, not run out of things to do.

Meanwhile, I can't forget what we have accomplished over the past few weeks.  Catching up on doctor's appointments, visiting family and friends, feeling totally enmeshed with the lives of those we visit, even if only for a few precious days.  We have been lovingly hosted in homes on land and water.  We have shared tapas and wine while sailing in the bay on a newly purchased sailboat and consumed tantalizing steaks of finely grilled beef at the memory-filled family table.

We have reassured ourselves that the kids are growing well (average can be good!), and Kelsey's annual neuro-surgical report was nothing short of stellar.  And did I mention Nicholas, who amazes us all on a daily basis?  Lest I forget to write it in his baby book, he is so very close to sitting up. While he can sit unassisted for a few moments, probably still a bit too wobbly overall to be officially sitting on his own.

And now before I risk not getting any sleep, I must head off to bed.  Good night to all and (lest I find time to blog in the Phoenix airport), we will be (hopefully) happily ensconced at our next posting the next time I write.