I think Gibson had a good time at his Mer-Mer's.
And Owen was so happy to be back where he feels so comfortable and knows every nook and hiding place and where his friend, Buster, lives.
And then Russell got here and met his newest great-nephew and I think they approved of each other.
Owen liked him too. He kept calling him my "friend."
"Your friend still here?"
"That's my BROTHER, Owen. Like Gibson is your brother. He's your Uncle Russell."
"Where your friend stay?"
Ah well, he is my friend, that baby brother of mine. I was thirteen when he was born and he was truly one of my first babies, his brother Chuck, older by thirteen months, my first. I carried them on my hips and fed them their bottles and not only changed their diapers but washed the diapers, too.
Oh, how I loved those babies.
I still do.
It's so good to have him here.
It has just been a very good day filled with lots and lots of kisses and hugs and puzzles and books and snacks and Owen saying, "What the heck!!" when something astounded him, which was often.
That cracked Russell up. It cracks me up too.
It rained all day, it's cool tonight and right here, right now is a lovely place to be with my husband, my brother, and the prospect of a good night's sleep before me.
And please forgive me if I don't get around to blogs right now the way I usually do. Or even my own comments. Life, as I say, has gotten busy which is good but I'll be back and you can bet the farm on that one.