I can't top that

We wish we had brought the computer with us on our trip to San Diego. Sarah, because she wanted to be able to do some work, and me because I could have been updating the blog. The Navy Lodge had a computer (if that is what you want to call it) in the lobby that charged for minutes and websites. I suppose I could have sucked it up and gone ahead and used that one, but I did not and so we have what we have. I also ended up with a full email inbox, (which is a sin for me) wherein some people would have liked to have gotten in touch with me. So, we are in the age where the computer should be one with our person, despite our thoughts on the matter.
The twins traveled well. We were complemented by fellow passengers "how well they behaved". I can see what they mean, but I would not have complemented us. -nor would I have given us the sour look. The one behavior that I cringe at, is that Ethan started slaloming the people in the airport. Most thought it was funny, thank goodness, but I was perturbed that I could not get over there and prevent him from the social straining behavior.
We were busy every day. We had to see the Zoo, the Hotel Coronado, SeaWorld, Legoland, the beach, the Midway, and observe NAS activities (even without the SBJ-9'ers aka S-3 Vikings). The beach day was fun in it's lack of activity. I did not get out in the beach chair, so I missed out on the surf, but the kids went out with Sarah. The Nimitz and Reagan were in town as well, so we saw our fair share of sailors out and about on libbo. I had to explain the Navy version of SP to Sarah. The kids were less than interested in speeches, but were intrigued by the aircraft. I think they picked up on my excitement and thought it would impress me if they looked interested.
We enjoyed Mother's Day with Omi and Grammie and Grandpa. We had brunch in what was once Swan's Landing near Sandpoint. What a day weather wise. And Grammie and Grandpa catered to us, by watching the kids while Sarah and I satiated our Trekness.
Now we are getting back into the groove.