So we found my dad's keys.

I was in the process of looking up the phone numbers for the airports in Los Angeles and Chicago, and I thought, "Wait. His pockets aren't that small; they didn't just fall out, he had to have taken them out, and if they're not in the truck, where else did he take them out?

"Oh, wait. The metal detector."

Of course, it takes pretty much all day to go there and back. We left around 1:00 p.m.; we came back at 6:30 p.m.

Zac did pretty good. He had a small hissy fit but was okay after a quick diaper change. Katie fell asleep.

I gave Zac a bath in the kitchen sink tonight. Mom had a baby tub Diane left and he wasn't having any of that. He cried and tried to climb out so mom suggested I try it in the sink, and it worked. For now, it'll do.

Zac has also discovered the joy of strawberry smoothies. I've made him two since we've been here and he finishes them in minutes. He's been eating three square meals a day since Tuesday. I have a feeling he may be weaned pretty soon.

The best thing, naturally, is having my mom cook for us. I might cook but it's much easier to watch. Mom says she's making chicken fried steak tomorrow, but not before we go collect seashells on the beach. We've been promising Katie since we arrived that we'd go get some.

Things haven't changed much at all here, but I think I've changed a lot, so, as usual when I visit, I have a short period of, "What the hell is this?" I am most definitely not in Honolulu. It's not bad; it's just different.

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