The Interregnum

The first round of guests have taken a side trip to the Grand Canyon.

I pick up the second group at the Tucson airport on Saturday.

These middle two days are filled with preparing our adult size home for a toddler with a penchant for climbing.  I've unearthed the dollhouse Daddooooo made for Little Cuter 30 years ago, the wooden ferry with its cars on board that Uncle Jeff made for Big Cuter when he was small, and the alligator he made for Little Cuter when he heard that her wooden dog-that-wags-when-I pull-it had rolled its last roll.

It's 7:45 am and not a creature is stirring.

I won't be saying that again soon.

I can hardly wait!