We just got back from a short trip to Iowa to see a cousin of mine get married. M and M were great on the plane because of our portable dvd player, however, the flight back got delayed by about 3 hours, putting us back in portland at 1 a.m. in the morning.

yikes.

Anyway, it turns out Mia is so enamored of the hotel we stayed in (we were two feet from the pool) that she can't get it out of her head. (it probably didn't help that we ate take out pizza and hamburgers in our hotel room while we were there). She's told me at least 3 times in the past 3 days that "I wish we lived in a hotel, not a house."

Me, too little girl. Me, too.