Phew! It's safe to say that it's been a week after returning home from Arizona and I'm still catching up in every area of my life. Which includes blogging. I have no less than five to-do lists running at the moment.
Ah, nothing like running on overload after a vacation.
And as all you mommies out there know, a mommy only gets a "working" vacation.
Oh yes. We take our work with us.
In the forms of "hey, my carry-on is filled with toys" -- holding a squirmy worm for 5+ hours in the cramped quarters they call an airplane -- sitting in the hotel room instead of the hotel hot tub -- getting up with a sick baby three nights in a row & taking poor sick baby to urgent care -- oh, and the best: having to upgrade the rental car to a Suburban so we could fit all of our crap. Crap which may or may not have been my overpacking for a baby.
But ya live and ya learn, right?
Seriously, we had a fantastic time in Arizona.
Baby girl did wonderfully on her first airplane trip and stole the show at our friends' wedding. Obviously.
We traveled to Sedona for the first part of the week. Absolutely breathtaking. The red rocks, the landscapes, the weather. Everything. It's amazing, the beauty God can create.
Sedona is actually one huge vortex, but there are spots that are said to have "healing powers" if you visit them. You know, take off your shoes and get down in the dirt.
Now, I didn't believe one bit about all that hippie nonsense.
Until we stopped by the Chapel of the Holy Cross and I wandered down into the gift shop.
The pressure was insane! I had to leave. It literally felt like I was in a plane that was descending too fast.
Whaddaya know, but the Chapel itself turns out to be a vortex.
I thought these things were supposed to make you feel better?
So yeah. No one wanted to leave Sedona. Let's just say it's an entirely different country than New York.
Entirely. You need to see it.
Phoenix, it paled in comparison, but it was still interesting. I love any place that's warm enough to grow palm trees. And it was interestingly a bigger city than I had imagined.
Our friends were married in the courtyard of the Phoenix Art Museum. At dusk. Lovely.
Baby girl slept through the reception, so Mommy & Daddy lived it up on the dance floor.
Par-taaaaay.
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