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And one more thing about my Denver trip.

I was so beat from traveling the day I got back and I couldn't wait to put Jake to bed. Each night before we read a story, we talk about our day and tell each other what we did and who we saw. Coming off of the second worst jet lag of my entire life, I just wanted it to be all over and done with so I could get some sleep at near-sea-level so I could wake up feeling like a normal person for the first time in five days.

Jake told me all about waking up at his grandparents and going to Dave's baseball game and going home to see Tyler and Bailey* and then picking me up at the airport and about how he puked on an airplane once and puked at the diner after the last time he picked me up from the airport. I didn't know how I could top that, so I just went through my long transporty day. "I went to bed after going to a big fancy party and riding in limosines all day and woke up in a big fancy hotel with my friend and I got in a chauffered Lincoln Towncar and I rode beside the big mountains and I went to the airport and ate candy for breakfast and then I went up in the air and ate cookies for lunch and then I came home and we ate pizza pie and then we played and got ready for bed.

"wooowww, mommy!", Jake said. "i'm so excited for your day inna cars and inna plane and i puked inna plane, you puke inna plane mommy? i puked inna plane, and i picka you up with daddy and we played and we ate pizza pie and you went inna plane and to a party. wooowww".

Wouldn't it be nice if travel days were as exciting at 32 as they are at 2?


*Whenever Jake is tired and we are away from the house, he hugs me and tells me he misses Tyler and Bailey and he wants to go see them. He thinks he is fooling me, but I'm on to him.