Home Again, Home Again

I'm not sure why we do it, but whenever we pull into the driveway from a long trip, either Erik or myself says, "Home again, home again." And the other says, "Jiggity jig." It comes from an old rhyme. "To market, to market to buy a fat pig. Home again, home again, jiggity jig." It was a beautiful homecoming this afternoon, made more beautiful by the sunny weather and the freshly planted flowers in our front planter box. Many thanks to our wonderful neighbors, Tim and Taryn. :-)
Before leaving our vacation too far in the past, I should include a few other activities enjoyed by Luke. We visited the High Desert Museum twice and spent most of our time at the birds of prey exhibit. The look on Luke's face while staring at the golden eagle made me think he might be a little scared, but he kept asking for "Another owl." He's not all that up on his ornithology.

They also have an exhibit at the museum that details pioneer life during the era of the Oregon Trail. Every pioneer needs a sheep and Luke found his. These two got along like twins separated at birth. I had no idea Luke could speak sheep. How is that a marketable skill?

All in all, it was an awesome trip. Our next big "journey" won't involve as much driving time...a short jaunt to the hospital will suffice to start us down the road to being a Family of Four. This pregnant lady can hardly wait!