Sam and I returned to the "Blizzard of 2008": 2 inches of snow, a dead car battery, more gray days and a pile of laundry. Baby boy did so well on both flights (he and I both noticed other, bad, less-evolved babies crying around us). Sam gives that huge smile freely, and people were eating it up.
We had a nice, relaxing time. I sat by the pool and got some suntan lines, and I pulled a "Matt" several times in the morning, where I'd pretend not to hear Sam crying, allowing my mom to get up with him. I needed a break, and she gave me one. She cried when we left, and if Sam knew about sensitivity and emotions, he would have cried too. He and grandma are "tight."
Matt was in California, securing our place in the sun, but he and Sam talked daily. Sam knows "phone" and "Dada" and he was very happy to grunt and breathe for Matt.
Matt and I have rekindled this goo-goo-staring-into-one-another's-eye thing. It's hard to find time for romance and smooching, but it's getting easier. I said, "Now get me my ring!"
Fact is, I want an "estate" ring, that's completely unique. Odd, huh?
We're going to a dinner party tonight that includes the kids of 5 couples - should be relaxing and fun. ; )
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