There's Got to be a Morning After

The next morning, we packed up the car and made our way over to La Fiesta, a Mexican restaurant in Gainesville. Jason ordered the tostadas, and Shel had the fajitas. The food was good, but the focus was on the kids. Poor Shane was busy trying to keep Camden happy, and barely had an opportunity to scarf down his food before we headed back home. Cheryl, meanwhile, was keeping Sophia occupied, trying to explain to her that she couldn't play with the 'moroccos'. Cheryl, being a teacher, politely corrected her English (or is that her Spanish?)

We went back to their place for a siesta before going s-w-i-m-m-i-n-g. (We learned it's best not to say the word 'swimming' in front of Sophia, lest she get the idea that we'll find ourselves in a pool in the next couple of minutes.) We picked up a couple of pizzas (again, their treat: thanks, guys!), and drove over to Cheryl and Shane's friends, Melissa and Bo. (On the way, we listened to Laurie Berkner; we're still singing 'Hot Commodity' and 'I've Got Choc-o-late in my Pock-o-late'.) We discovered that they like their pizza burned, and that the four of them had met in a childbirthing class.

We ate pizza and swam in the community pool before heading home for the night.