On The Road

Ah, the joys of post-9/11 travel!
 
Sophie, our 4-year-old sweetie-pie, won the boarding pass lottery and was selected for additional security screening at the Seattle airport. Picture a sub 3-foot-tall blond pixie wearing a purple shirt with a white kitten and "Adorable" on it, pulling her Clifford the Big Red Dog rolling backpack behind her.
 
Yeah, that's what the security folk did too as they just subjected us all to the normal check (not even requiring her to remove her pink and purple Tevas)  and waved us through with a smile. Guess she doesn't fit the terrorist profile. Terror sometimes, especially when she's tired. Terrorist not-so-much. But hey - we did get to go through the express line, saving us a good 20 minutes or so.
 
Iowa was cornful and lovely, Chicago is pavementy and also lovely. It's been blessedly not-so-hot-nor-humid (save for the first two days when even my toenails were sweating). Thus far we've taken our traditional carousel ride, gone in search of Herky on Parade, visited Herbert Hoover's home, caught fireflies, watched a Cubs game at Wrigley Field, and given lots of love to a couple of grandmas, a great-aunt, and an uncle. Much more to come.