well, we did come home this week - arrived Sunday evening, 'round bedtime
The last 15 minutes of the drive Otto cried, and cried, and cried some more. I kept pointing out familiar landmarks (look! the post office! look! Kroger!), after which he'd hiccup and grow silent for a few seconds, then start wailing again. We got home, I leaped out of the car to release him from the torture seat, and while I'm hugging him and saying "we're home!" he stopped crying long enough to say "train!"
And indeed, when I turned around it was to see our neighbors' Christmas train, sparkling and twinkling in their yard across the street.
Once inside we discovered that Jon's phone was gone. His work phone! Yikes! I called it and a strange person called me back -- Jon left it at a gas station in Kalamazoo. He has it back now, thanks to overnight delivery services.
Tuesday I got published here. Small, but kind of fun.
And today? Today is Jon's birthday!
Happy birthday, sweetie!
He was afraid that today would be a sad day at work, full of gloom because tomorrow everyone enters the brave new world of GM and his old company will be no more. But instead it was a happy day, with birthday lunch from Qdoba and a yummy birthday cake and lots of well wishes! So that was good. Thank you, friendly coworkers!
And Happy Birthday to the greatest guy in the universe, the guy who empties the diaper pail 90% of the time, picks Otto up every afternoon from day care, and promises to buy me a Porsche every time he buys a lottery ticket. Saturday night, dinner's on me!
ps: I've been working with Otto on saying Happy Birthday -- but all he can say right now is Happy. So "Happy" from Otto, too! Smooch!