Maren returned from California late last night. The boys were surprised to see her in the middle of the night when they independently awoke.

This morning, we had dueling YMCA appointments. David and Anne took Wyatt to swim class at one Y, while Maren and I took Declan to a different Y for gymnastics. Dave got in the pool with Wyatt while Anne watched. Wyatt was still less than enthusiastic about infant swimming. It was better than last week’s waterboarding, but not much. He fussed after first entering the pool and then stoically resigned himself to his fate. It was agreed that he was not having much fun.

Meanwhile, at the gymnastics center Declan was finding it difficult to get with the program. Aiden, his friend from daycare was in class too and there was some rivalry occurring between the two. He did enjoy bouncing on the trampoline and swimming in the pool-of-balls, which were actually not balls at all, but cubes 8″ on a side. I got to observe these proceedings from the second-floor lookout.

With Maren’s return our reason for being here is done. Tomorrow, we fly home. Hopefully. It appears in the news that TSA’s patience with working without pay is getting thin. I expect that tomorrow, when we pass through security, ICE agents will be there. While we never joke at these checkpoints, this time will be especially unfunny. I hope we make it home OK.