Frisco!

The morning after Gramma Berry and Gramma Hunter left we headed to the airport for San Fransico--business for Kyle, pleasure for me! We had a layover in Salt Lake, allowing for dear sister Melody to pick up the kids and watch them (again!) while we headed to the Bay.

The hubbies worked hard and the wives shopped San Fransisco until we dropped. It was fun to be back in the city we used to live by and reminisce. Nina and Nicole were great shopping companions. Addelin, Nicole's daughter, was such a trooper to come with us on every outing. She's such a mellow and great baby! (Cute, too!) I got a Mac makeover and after 9 years of wearing make-up, was taught the correct way to apply eye shadow. By a man. Thank you Victor. I tried on more clothes in the two days I was there than I have in my entire life! I managed to fit my purchases in the same suitcase as when we arrived. Mom, you'd be proud. Kyle and I shared a suitcase!

The flight back was nothing short of a nightmare. As soon as I stepped on the plane I whispered to Kyle, "It smells like a stinky armpit in here!" It really did. If I was pregnant, I would have been puking the entire trip back to Salt Lake. Here's how Brent spent most of the plane ride home (until the ink from the magazine melted onto his face...):