Sweet Home Sweet
Gathered my box o' Hawaiian pineapples (I only wanted one for the wife, but they were boxed in threes) and zipped home just in time for everyone's naps. Except Erin wasn't, natch, and either my wild shirt or riffraff-n-citrus funk prevented her from relaxing enough to put her down myself.
The whole house smells like pineapple. Or "apple melon," as Ryan calls it.
Wonderful hug from Ryan when he woke up, and a lovely evening getting reacquainted with the fam. Erin is climbing up as many stairs as she can find and calling me "dat".
Just exhausted at the end of the day, what with being six hours off and having had only 2 hours' sleep in the previous 38, but don't even TRY to skip a line in the "Mater and McQueen go Tractor Tipping" story to try to get to bed early.
The 3-year-old has them all memorized.
The whole house smells like pineapple. Or "apple melon," as Ryan calls it.
Wonderful hug from Ryan when he woke up, and a lovely evening getting reacquainted with the fam. Erin is climbing up as many stairs as she can find and calling me "dat".
Just exhausted at the end of the day, what with being six hours off and having had only 2 hours' sleep in the previous 38, but don't even TRY to skip a line in the "Mater and McQueen go Tractor Tipping" story to try to get to bed early.
The 3-year-old has them all memorized.
posted by Dan at 8:28 PM
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