Saturday started with a reasonable wake-up time and a leisurely breakfast, as for once we booked a flight that didn’t leave at dark-o-clock (and even more astonishingly, we actually packed everything ahead of time).

The Seattle Crew landed in Palm Springs to balmy weather and a slightly tired toddler. The toddler, however, was very excited to see Oma and rushed us on our way. The meetup in baggage claim was adorable: shouts of “OMA OMA” and a giant hug put a smile on everyone’s faces.

As is the usual the car we reserved was not available so we upgraded to GINORMOUS, much to Steven’s disgust. The full heat of the desert sun was blaring down and after some finagling we got the car seat, luggage and ourselves into the truck. Steven started driving assuming I was navigating and I started zoning out assuming he had a plan. After a quick regroup in a parking lot we settled on a lunch spot and managed to park. There was nothing of note about the meal except that we all tried the Impossible Burger. We are all in agreement that it tastes like a burger, but not a very good burger. We packed it back up and headed to our AirBnB in La Quinta. The house is a sparsely modern decorated mid century modern with…. A pool. After a quick nap by all we decided we should start dinner when we heard knocking on the sliding door to the pool deck. Everyone went over to see Steven in his swim trunks waving. After making sure everyone was watching he cannon-balled into the water, and our responsible plan for food went out the window. We got everyone else changed and into the pool for a swim, then finally headed to the grocery, made a quick dinner and got to bed.