Home again. Where the knives are nice and sharp, the bed is firm, and the country silence at night is deafening. We just returned from a whirlwind Easter trip to Spokane. My mom is retiring and has put her house on the market, which she just decided to do a few weeks ago. She's already got her new apartment and has given away most of her stuff. If you happen to walk through her home, you won't leave empty handed. "Oh, do you like this? It's yours, and you must take this, too." Easy come, easier to go. On the other end of the spectrum is M's mom. Her kids have been wanting her to sell her home and make the move to M's sister's house in Everett. It has been much harder for her to let go of a lifetime of possessions. Except for one thing. While visiting on Friday, she started talking about how progressive and modern her OB was when M was born, all the while rummaging through her jewelry box. I'm starting to quiver with anticipation, because I have an idea what she's looking for. TA-DAAA!!! Yep, it was the foreskin from his circumcision.

Seamus had a great time playing with all his dog cousins, and my favorite memory from the trip was watching him sniff the butt of a dog statue at Kim's house. Just checking, I guess. All in all we had a good time and we're very happy to be home. Except J, who had to go back to school today after nearly two weeks off. H and the girls are very happy with all their new toys from Nana's daycare and their cousin Mackenzie, and I'm very happy with my new necklace. The one that I'm going to make out of that little item from my mother-in-law's jewelry box.