Alive, barely
Please remind me never to take a red-eye flight again. Also, encourage me to exercise more and eat less cheese. And ask me when was the last time I had my cholesterol checked. I will behave as if I want you to shut up, but inside, in a place even I don't even know about, I will be grateful.
Speaking of grateful, I am back home with my beloveds. The maddening thing about visiting a family with a boy who is as adorable as your own is that said boy WILL NOT LET YOU CUDDLE WITH HIM. Because you're a "stranger." Because he "doesn't know you." Because you "creep him out." Apparently seven-year-olds do not enjoy the visitor who chases them around, growling JUST LET ME TOUCH YOUR HAIR. Lesson learned. And now I am back and busy mauling my son, who may be the most lovable creature alive. When he pushes me off of him I climb all over Scott, who is hoping this new appreciation of my family never wears off. Sadly, we all know it will.
Within moments of my arrival, Charlie glued his nose to my jeans and figured out that I had been unfaithful. I told him that the other dog was a girl, and that I thought that made it okay. But I don't think he'll ever look at me the same way again.
(Lomo photo effect courtesy of Eden, who learned it from Schmutzie.)










November 12, 2007
Reader Comments (25)
They always forgave us.
Eventually.
I literally want to kill myself in advance of the flight. Maybe a dirigible will take me out and ease my pain.
Now if I may be so shameless as to suggest we all brighten up and grin with my Utah Baby Name compilation today. And you thought Pilot Inspektor was bad! (Seriously, I know the bad baby name thing is a tad tedious and ubiquitous on momblogs these day, but surely LeVoid deserves her time in the media?)
Agreeing with Sonja: the way to go with cheese is up, not down.
One of my friends was having a home birth which I was planning to attend. I got THE call one evening. I arrived after her older son was already asleep. After the brth, I went to sleepp on the hide-a-bed. In the morning, two-year-old Josh (surprisingly) craweled into bed with me and we had a REALLY NICE cuddle. After about 20 minutes of this he said, "What was your name again?"
Josh is 19 now and I've treatented to tell that story at his wedding.
Pretty much anytime that involves leaving them for a bit - they suddenly get cute.
I'm also loving the daily posts. It's been great!
JulesHouse of Jules
To give up cheese would be very very sad. Unless you get the migraines.
And cheese is healthy and delicious. Especially the extra extra sharp cheddar variety.