Our weekend guest is off to greater adventures.
Jane made a wonderful impression on the kids, even Ehren, who never ever takes kindly to strangers. She and I exchanged stories, both in horror and in triumph, and I am now dreaming of hitting the open road with a Porsche Cayenne sponsorship and a Baby Gap clothing allowance.
Why did I promise a trip to the park today? I’ve learned to care for my bedsores like an RN with a PhD, and the room service menu with its several offerings of breakfast cereal has no peer. Although: this will give me the chance to take new outdoor photos five months after bike camp, so at least I’ll get to see how everyone has grown since summer.
Bonus points to who can guess what my blog + MLK weekend + comments equal. No, not crickets chirping. Guess again in comments…
Maybe a leftover birthday cupcake?
Can you believe I forgot to take pictures of those $2 cupcakes? We had about eight leftover from the party, but they were gone by 8 am the next morning. Good guess. That’s not the answer.
OT: How is it that, when babies are born super-cute, we think “they can never get cuter”, but then, they do! The pic of E with the blankie-pants is the sweetest one yet. And, he has all-over curls, unlike his cousin, who just has the “party in the back” curls.
Ehren has his paternal grandpa’s hair and eyes, although his paternal parent thinks it’s all daddy. I can’t claim much.