We have learned two things on our trip to California: 1- 17 month old children were never designed for plane rides lasting more than 1 hour; 2- Wait until your mother is not driving on LA freeways before telling her you're pregnant. Actually Jake did very well on the flight. For being so active, he never got fussy until we landed at the end of a five hour flight from Cleveland to LA. He didn't take a nap that day, and didn't sleep at all on the plane, so when he decided he wanted off, and we couldn't do it, there were a few disgruntled business travelers around us (I think we got caught in the middle of a herd of doctors returning from a conference). We were just glad it was the end of the trip. And yes, Jake's going to have a younger sibling. Erin is due at the end of October, the same week as Jake's 2nd birthday. I'm sure she'll have more to say about that, but us boys are all about basic facts. Yesterday mom had a garage sale and pulled in about $1300. Not bad for one day's work and thirty years of collecting. Today's garage sale isn't going bad either, but we will be very happy when it's all over. Tonight Erin and I are catching one last Dodger game against the Angels, and Jake is going with his Grandma to Disneyland. She has annual passes and goes about twice a week, and thought he might like it. Ummmm.... yeah! So we're all ready for some fun. Well, I had better get back out and keep Jake out of the way. 
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