After hugs and snacks, we took a family walk around the property, fed the barn, gathered the eggs. There's nothing like hiking around in mud with a fat baby on your back to make you feel at home. (Can you tell how afraid I am of breaking an egg? It happens all the time. Wasteful mess.)
Also, penance for being away looks like this: 4 loads of laundry, up all night with a coughing 2 year old, punching myself in the face while changing a crib sheet.