When the Bear's Away...

As mentioned, Jerry stayed in Orlando a few extra days after our visit so he could attend his conference, which meant a few days of solo-parenting back at home for me.  It was...pretty much fine.  Sure, on my watch, Caleb took a plunge into the canal behind our house, and yes, I admit, I allowed a little too much Dora-viewing, but bottom line?

They survived.

And so did my running streak.  It just meant I had two days of treadmill servitude; life could be worse.  And, as it turned out, the treadmill runs went well, a smidge-speedy even:

Jerry got home last night, just in time to get Norah wound up right before bed.

A special feature of his conference was that he got to enjoy an evening at Universal Studios, which was closed except for conference-goers -- huh, doesn't sound too much like "work" to me! -- and he got to preview Harry Potter World for the first time.  Admittedly, I was jealous to hear his report about how awesome it was.
At least he brought me these:

I wasn't brave enough to try a weird flavor, but Norah was.  She's like, "Jelly bean?  Hit me!"

So, among the gross ones she was willing to eat: dirt, soap, and salt & pepper.

I stuck with cherry.