N told me that if I didn't post anything in my blog about how bad my trip was she would know I was full of crap. So I have spent the better part of the morning coming up with the worst the trip had to offer.
Yep -- that was the worst part... nothing that I can really think of. B and I loved it. L and R loved it. The boys adjusted well to the time change both ways. L still thinks he is in Phoenix and keeps asking to go outside -- poor dude. L picked up more words while he was out there and around Dy (that would be N's daughter and her oldest) -- although he hasn't picked up the one word that we have our fingers crossed about (more to come about that). He does say No, Mommy, no -- which is Dy-esque, but we are also thrilled that he is putting 3 words together and he is quickly learning that telling Mommy no when she tells him to do something is not in his best interest.
So, while the flights were a little rough on us and the boys (R was a crank on the way out and L on the way home), we expected that.
Now if only we could find jobs in the Phoenix area... anyone know of someone hiring?