To say the least.
But now everyone has gone to play at the park or do something that is not occurring here and it was a beautiful visit with the boys. Owen fell asleep last night as I was reading him a few pages of The Yearling and then I read Gibson The Little Red Hen Makes A Pizza. This morning he came into our room to tell me that something was going Bam! Bam! Bam! and I said, "Oh, come on and get in bed with me, boy," and he did and we had a good cuddle and then Owen came in and kissed me and Boppy got up and made them cheese toast and I slept a bit more and then got up and made them hot cocoa.
Owen and I made the pancake batter and then Lily and Maggie and Lauren got here and Boppy had to go off for a little while for a car delivery and we all ate except for him but we saved him plenty of pancakes and bacon.
And now it's almost one o'clock in the afternoon. How in the hell did that happen?
Oh. When they were about to leave, Maggie sat down on the kitchen floor and took off her socks and shoes and disappeared into the library. This is what we found.
Looks like she tried to put the socks on her baby too but as we all know, putting socks on a baby can be difficult.
Golly. It's quiet here now.
And I'm not complaining.