A Family Visit

When family comes to visit, your whole schedule is thrown out of wack. Even if, like us, you don't really have a schedule. Of course, this is but a small price to pay for the pleasure of being surrounded by people who would be required to love you even if you were the type who hates children and small animals. But I digress.

This weekend, half of the Salke half of the family visited. Since we hadn't seen any of them in a long time (two months or so), it was really great. I'm not sure how elated they would be to be mentioned in great detail on the web, even if there is hardly anyone reading my blog, so I won't say too much about it (If a tree falls in solitude does anyone hear? If a picture is posted on a site no one visits, is that a violation of privace?). But since then, my blogging has gone to hell.

Anyway, I can mention Zorah stuff since I have decided that she is internet ready. I think one of her favorite times was Saturday afternoon. Everyone was a little tired, so we had some wind-down time at the Bellagio pool. I was hoping that Z would take a nap because we were seeing KA that night. Of course, she didn't sleep. She said she was too hungry, so we walked to the pool bar where we got her a sandwich. As we were eating it by the pool, grandparents lounging and perhaps dozing nearby, Zorah noticed all these fat little sparrows hopping around.

Of course she wanted to feed them. Soon, she had them eating out of her hand. Literally. They wouldn't hop onto your hand, but they would peck at it. What fun! She had pigeons eating out of her hand at our RV park last April until Security told us to stop feeding them. Why? Poop control.

As with most family gatherings, we ate a lot, caught up a lot, and ate a lot. Unfortunately, everyone was here for only three days. Over before it had even begun. In a few weeks, half of the Veloso half of the family is coming to visit. I'll probably be just as vague about that.