Miami

I went to Miami for a sales meeting for work this past week. We stayed at this posh revitalized hotel where the richy-rich apparently visit. Besides not having a minute to myself, the meeting went pretty well. I had to ship breastmilk home three times, so that was a joy. This country really should have a full year of maternity leave. This crappy three-month jaunt just isn't long enough. If the majority of my baby's food source is still coming from my boobs, I shouldn't have to leave him! Anyways, it all worked out, despite the cosmic pull to throw in all the curveballs. FYI - shipping with dry ice isn't as easy as it could or should be. So, the week concluded with a party at the hottest club in Miami. My company rented the place out, so it was kinda weird to see all of my colleagues booty-dancing with each other. I was only there for about 15 minutes...when they started to play "Sweet Home Alabama" and the crowd was singing along, I decided it was time for me to find something else to do. I'm guessing that's not the normal playlist for the hottest club in Miami, so I can only imagine what the DJ was thinking when he got that playlist...
When I got home, Lily came running down the stairs screaming "Mommy I LOVE YOU" and then promptly fell on her knees...she was fine but I sure cried. :) Gosh, it's so hard to be away from these little ones. I'm sure Luke grew another inch taller while I was away. There's no place like home.