They had just turned the grill on outside and as I was approaching the door I had a brief thought of "Wow it looks smoky out there" and then WHAM! My knee went through the screen up to my thigh and my face smashed into it. I spent the rest of the evening silently freaking out and being embarrassed and apologizing and then telling myself to stop bringing it up and then freaking out about it some more. I wonder if they'll ever invite me back.
Earlier in the day I went to the airport to pick up John and Becca. John is now an official member of the "travels alone with toddler" club. I was so impressed that he did it and seemed so calm about it. He even had to deal with the inevitable dirty diaper mid-flight. Although, I don't think he is quite a full, voting member because she SLEPT for half the flight. She never, ever, ever, ever, EVERRRRRRR sleeps for me on airplanes, even when it is her nap time. Only later did I discover that he had given her Benadryl, thinking it was cold medicine.
I was so excited to see Becca. When I drove up to the pick up lane at the airport she looked so tall and so grown up standing there. It had been a WEEK since I'd last seen her. That is the longest we have been apart in her whole life. She was in Texas having a whee of a time at Becca Summer Camp 2008. Jo Anne and Jim took her to the Children's Museum, Sea World (they are better people than me, because you can bet I would have avoided that like the plague--the heat! The lines! The ass pain! Ack!), and playgrounds. She "swam" in their pool and was showered with masses of new frilly pink stuff. When I opened her suitcase it positively exploded in a pile of pink tulle and ribbon. She was pampered and played with and the center of attention. I have a feeling Jim and Jo Anne haven't gotten out of bed since she left. We are so, so lucky that Becca has such wonderful grandparents who will actually watch her without her parents around. That is the best thing EVER.
(Note the Fifth Disease rash on her cheeks!)
Sliding in the Texas heat
Being a pilot at the Children's Museum with Jo Anne and Jim
Also the best thing ever....getting time at home by yourself. If you are ever wondering how to totally help out a mom? Just take her children out for a while and leave her at home by herself. That is something so simple, yet so wonderful. When John went to Texas to retrieve Becca, I had a day and a half to just do WHATEVER I WANTED! It was heaven. I was torn between wanting to get stuff done that I normally can't, and wanting to just lounge around in bed eating Golden Grahams and reading. I did some of both. Okay, maybe a lot more lounging around than anything. It was bliss.
Now I have to go put the sheets in the washer. I should get those crumbs off of them.