Dorothy Was Right

For the first time in almost a month, the three of us are back home! Awww...familiar sheets!

When you're a parent taking your kid to the hospital, for any reason, this is the goal. Get the child home safely. So we're tucked away for the day, while it rains non-stop outside. And there's no place we'd rather be.

The ride home from Greenpa and Gramma's house went pretty smooth, considering it rained all the way. Grace slept most of the way, with her patented right eye open. Big Bird sleeps with both eyes open.

We were hoping to take a picture of the skyline as we headed into Manhattan, but it was so overcast, you wouldn't have seen much. But hey, here's the Lincoln tunnel.

And a blurry Welcome to Manhattan sign:

How's that for scenery? You won't find that in the tourist books.

Grace spent the afternoon getting reacquainted with her toys. There was lots of cooing to be heard, as she rotated through her swing, boppy chair, bouncy chair and play mat, just to hit all the familiar spots before calling it a night.