Here are the haps.
Monday: We drove to Las Vegas, getting stuck behind a porn truck on our way to the Circus Circus hotel. Pretty much that was gross. The hotel itself wasn't too bad. I mean, clowns are pretty creepy and I had to use The-Little-Shower-That-Could (it tried so hard), but it was cheap and there was a bed. Also a breakfast buffet.
Tuesday: We finished the drive to the general area of San Luis Obispo. We made it to our temporary house and picked out bedrooms. I should mention that there is another family (with two little boys) and a grandfatherly fellow staying here too. Izzy likes Henry best (the baby) and Porter (2 1/2) likes to say "No Izzy!" a lot. We'll see if they become better friends. Unfortunately, the house has a distinct old people smell...you know, moldy potpourri emanating from some undisclosed location. Probably it is coming from all the knick knacks.
Wednesday: I went around the house, moving things out of a little person's reach and unplugging phones. Also we watched "Groundhog Day" in honor of the February Second. It's a great movie, amiright or amiright or amiright? Right. Right. Right.
Thursday (today): Izzy did the most spectacular projectile vomiting I have ever seen. It was super surprising, AND impressive. She is feeling much better now and humming to herself.