This weekend I flew to Houston to visit my sister. Alone. I had a great time. I had mexican food twice, a massage, a pedicure, watched Grey's Anatomy, had porch time, drank 2 lattes, read a decent paper, ate a bagel sandwich, got 5+ hours of sleep...all together...
both nights, cuddled with a baby, read Mr. C many stories, and basically really enjoyed myself. I thought about my family here, but did not miss them all that much. But then "Come Along and Dance With Me" played from the CD I made Mr. C and all I could think about was my Baby James dancing and giving me his open mouthed grin.
I got home at the end of James's dinner time and when he saw me he smiled, then whacked me in the face with his hand. Its a new thing. My mom cried. But its good to be home.
Mark and Baby James had a great, but busy weekend. Here is a picture of the three men in my little family.
1 comment:
Ah, so lucky to have a weekend alone. I am so jealous. A latte and a massage? That is heaven.
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