My son is getting a rare bathtub bath right now. I’m not sure why he needs it, given he’s barely hit the floor since the 24th when my in-laws arrived.

Days are easy, filled with food and books and games. Uncle Wayne and Nate landed from Long Beach yesterday afternoon and settled into the motor home, and already LittleA has them by the hand, leading them from project to project. She’s been wearing one princess dress or another since Tuesday; it’s all we can do to get them off her at bedtime. TeenHer has ditched us now twice for trips to the mall, and now I regret every second I didn’t spend with her back when she thought I was the funnest mom ever.

Tonight, a lasagna dinner I didn’t cook and a round of Call of Duty 4 with my new pink Xbox controller. I promise to dump the camera later too. Because I know you’re all dying a little on the inside, all these days in a row with no photos.