My Calling

I'm so proud of my hubby: General Counsel! He's generally very intelligent, and incredibly deserving. Wow, he's amazing.

Sam's on day #5 with a fever. I had to hold him down and administer Amoxicillin today. Ugh, hate doing that. He's missing school this week because of it, and then out for two weeks vacation. Calgon!

We're off to California in two weeks, but first: Christmas with the Brookses this weekend! I get to play hostess again, hooray! I have all of the wine glasses lined up already. It's my calling, what can I say?

Another Brooks Blog

Jason's at it now.

http://jbrooks2010.blogspot.com/2009/12/2nd-saturday-workout.html

In the Dining Room with a Chair...

I also bought a new dining room table and chairs "for Thanksgiving" while Matt was away surfing. I had it set up for him, and said, "Hi, honey, look what arrived when you were gone!"

My friend Mimi said that she once did this, but that she didn't tell her husband. It took him 6 months to notice.

Matt loves them, so I'm safe.

What's for Lunch

Sam's teacher once told me, "Your child comes to school with the best lunches! All of the teachers like to see what he has." I told her that this was mostly my husband's doing, that he's a gourmand dressed in a lawyer's button-down. But I do feel the pressure now. Sam's never had a "regular" hotdog, not yet. Only organic and uncured (again, mostly Matt's influence). He hates PB&J.

Today, in his lunchbox, I served him roasted pork tenderloin with raspberry confit, glazed carrots, fresh green beans and grapes. I think I may start including a menu just for laughs. ; )

I sent my family a spreadsheet for Thanksgiving (also for laughs) on how the day will "go down", and I've made out my entire schedule at home for my workload. For example, tomorrow at 5:00PM, I begin by brining my bird (oh, I love when alliteration comes together so unexpectedly), and the list goes on from there...

Today, I rest, especially since Sam woke at 5:30. Matt and I are closing in on trying each beaujolais nouveau.

Lucky 13

I spent all of yesterday shopping for Thanksgiving, the first official Thanksgiving where I'll be the hostess, and not just the person who brings wine. But I can't take all the credit, as most of the side dishes will be brought by other participants in the family. Thank God.

I bought a turkey at one store, a ham at another, Williams Sonoma for cheese cloth, and even made a trip to Crate & Barrel for more dishes and two more place settings of silverware. We had 10, but need at least 12.

Matt and I have the same silverware he once had, before his ex burglarized his place. When I told him that we now have 12 settings, he reminded me that we have 13 forks: when his ex stole everything, she forgot to check the dishwasher, where one lonely fork remained.

Matt said, "That punctuated our entire relationship." Lucky 13!

I'm a kindred spirit of the girl practicing for Thanksgiving in the Target commercial. I'd love to invite her to our feast and get her opinion.

The Men In My Life

Matt loves the ocean and I love the sky, but we both love the movement of life. Stagnation wears us down. There's so much out there to see...

My dad and I were chatting the other day and discovered that besides Mr. Flood's Party (his favorite poem by Edward Arlington Robinson) and Advice to My Son (my favorite poem by Peter Meinke), our second-favorite poems are The Ruined Cottage (Wordsworth, my dad), and Ode to Immortality (Wordsworth, me).

Sam and I both love singing, and catching spiders.

Eh, Just Bag the Leaves

Matt's back from Rincon and Sam and I welcomed him with a rake. We missed him a lot though, and he's a bit bruised and bloody from scraping against coral several times. He called me every night from some cool bar that Esquire voted one of the best bars in the world, sipping his margarita and watching the sunset. I was sincerely happy for him. A few days of absence makes us live large on love soon after.

I had a fun-filled week of going out for dinner and drinks almost every night he was gone. I really do not miss the crowds at Sullivan's or Ruth's Chris. Yuck. So not my thing...

Sam and I delivered all of our food to Gleaners Food Bank from our food drive last week. Sam was thrilled about all of it, and I can tell that he's a giver at heart. He gave an old man one of his crackers today at Target, and the man said, "What a good boy - that's a good sign." Sam's the best.

I helped serve food to 200 homeless men on Sunday (while Matt was home cooking our London Broil) at the Wheeler Mission. Talk about putting it all into perspective. I went with my dad and brother, Nick. I would like to say that it was a fantastic experience, but it was a rather sad experience, overall. I'm going again this Sunday, though, and Matt's going soon, too. I felt very nervous and shy being there, but my dad and Nick are anything but nervous or shy, so Nick got me playing Jenga with a couple of the guys, and it turned out to be fun. I had to hold back my competitive nature when the poor old man got Jenga-ed...I was hoping to let him win. He was very smart, but I think he'd suffered a stroke at some point in life. He told us about once taking a jet with a friend from Florida to West Virginia, and how he once went scuba diving (scuba dove?) in Key West. It was nice connecting about life outside the mission - I told him that I went diving in Grenada and got very, very seasick. Nick is an incredibly mature young man - he made me so proud. : )

No joke: I've bagged over 50 large (paper) lawn bags, and the maples are still going... I'm in great shape, though, and an elderly neighbor lady yelled over to me today: You have great posture! That made me laugh.

Sufing vs. French Fries

My husband is surfing in Rincon, Puerto Rico, and I miiiiiiiiiiss him. It is a great feeling to miss your husband, who hasn't raked but one bag of leaves all fall. We've been texting and calling each other constantly, like those dating people do. You've seen them, sitting in a bar constantly smiling, texting, receiving texts, texting, receiving texts. That's dating.

Sam definitely notices that he's missing, and says, "Daddy home..." a lot during the day. He even napped on Matt's pillow this afternoon.

Matt said he's been surfing with a lady from New Jersey, and I said, "Have fun!" I doubt he got such coolness from marriage #1. ; )~

Took Sam for his first official hair trim today (still long, still looks kinda like a girl), and then to the Gap for some clothes and Cheesecake Factory for lunch. Big suburban day!

Milling About

Poor Sam fell this morning, just before school, cut his lip with blood gushing everywhere. It's a hard-knock life when you have to take Motrin for pain at 7AM.

Matt and I met for lunch (a rare treat) at Pancho's authentic Mexican restaurant, then I met my favorite writer friend for coffee at Monon. I'm beginning to really like school days...some time off for good behavior.

Good thing I didn't go to Hubbards & Cravens this afternoon, so I heard. Yikes.

Being around a writer makes me want to write. Time to dabble in some fiction...

Oh, my, it's October 15th!

Ripple Night

Me mum's in town all week, so I've found my feet propped up a lot more often. Matt and I are having another date tonight...hooray. Hitting Ripple, and hopefully meeting up with Mary and her 3 brothers later.

Sam's school sent a letter home saying, "We're going to start working on potty training." I read it in the classroom and told his teacher: No need, it's done. I loved how her mouth dropped (especially since Sam's the youngest in the class). My mom can't believe how Sam helps cook every meal. You think I'm kidding. He is so incredible, just like I knew he would be.

Ask Sam what you do with mushrooms and he answers, "sauté mushrooms." Classic.

Off to my date!

Dating Again...

Matt and I went running together on this windy, balmy night. All elements point to the romantic. Matt with his flashlight and pepper spray (I'm kidding, I made him leave it home), and me whistling Dixie. No two people have ever been so opposite, and gotten along so well.

My mom is here all week from sunny Florida (she's lying around reading books, asking us how we live in such cold), and Sam is loving the bonus attention. He's potty trained (except not completely at night) and he's only been two for two weeks. Not only does he go in the potty, but then he flushes it all down the big potty, and cleans it out with water. Everyone just shakes their head in amazement.

Matt and I had a great date last weekend: St. Elmo's and Nicky Blaine's, and it makes me miss living downtown. Oh, the stories I have about downtown... Wow, several just came to mind. I think back to Matt courting me in my downtown flat while he was still living at Geist. I still cherish that entire time in our lives. Up, down (sneak, sneak), bad, good, great. I knew the minute I saw Matt that we'd be riding out a few storms together. Don't all the romantic relationships begin in crisis?

Going out Thusday night on another date while grandmom stays with Sam. Matt and I are dating again, and I love it! It's good to date your husband. He's leaving for Puerto Rico soon to surf. I gave him permission to surf with the hottest blonde babe he can find, just so he doesn't surf alone. I noticed "Surfing" magazine show up in our post today - he's a kid - I love it.

I'm planning a trip back out to Colorado, and gonna try to catch the Hip...maybe in Dallas. I really hate Texas, but I must do what I must do when completely committed to music.

Loving life, and currently decorating Sam's big boy room.

The Adorable Factor

If it were not for my husband's charm and good looks, I might think he was rather an oddball. The Adorable Factor takes him far.

To wit, he will not sleep with any sheet/pillow/blanket/comforter that is not white. White, I tell you. I bought very nice cappuccino-colored sheets, which he hated, and when we were drifting off to sleep, he said, "I can almost feel the brown in these..."

Today I bought an artsy, chocolate duvet, and since he hates most things French (except French wine, which he wisely loves), namely things brown and French, he's going to have an absolute fit when he sees it. (Definitely when he feels it.)

That damn duvet smelled like hell out of its plastic casing. So horrible, that I tossed it in the dryer for 30 minutes with a stack of Bounce. Still smells bad. I sprayed some air freshener in our bedroom to disguise it. The only kind I had: French Vanilla.

He and I had a cook-off yesterday. We spent the entire day in the kitchen, taking turns watching Sam. We had so many leftovers today that I had my dad over for lunch to help eat them.

Birthday month starts tomorrow! September is so gorgeous.

Shots and Themed Parties

I called Sam's pediatrician this morning to get his updated medical profile for school, but they refused to send one until I brought him back in for more shots. Our pediatrician is very good, very old school, but she doesn't realize who she's messing with. She wanted to give him 4 shots, and was quite surprised when I said, "No thanks." He got another Dip-Tet, only because I loved the tender way Francis McDormand spoke of it on Raising Arizona. I'll take my sweet time getting him another.

Because he was such a brave boy, I took him to McDonald's, and just like the last time that I treated him to McDonald's (for his last shot, whenever that was), he hated it. Sam is a veggie eater. He prefers broccoli to hotdogs, edamame to chicken nuggets. I'd say about 75% of his diet is true organic (the FDA has changed the requirements for "organic," so don't be fooled), and he's on the 95th percentile for height! And get this: he loves brushing his teeth.

Matt took him to the grocery, and I'm home alone for a bit. Time bandit. Matt's going to whip up something for dinner, and when you ask Sam if he wants to help Daddy cook, he replies, alongside a nod, with: Sea Salt. He sits high on a bar chair next to Matt, close to the oven, and they cook away.

One thing I must mention, because I get so carried away with my devotion to Samuel, is that I have the absolute best husband. I do. Matt makes me laugh even if we're arguing. He's an amazing dad and an amazing person, and he saved his company $10,000,000 last week because he's also brilliant!

And, Matt and I are equally addicted to the Backyardigans. We sing the songs in our heads all day, and Matt will come home from work saying, "Damn the Backyardigans, damn them all." We all sit on the bed together and watch at least one episode a day, for our health.

I'm planning Sam's second birthday party. It will, of course, be hosted by Pablo and Tasha. I've given into my first "theme," damn it all to hell, something I said I'd never do! We're going to have an Elsie, Ella and Elle at the party, just to add more chaos.

But I do make the most amazing treat bags. : )

Terrible Twos

I'm supposed to be writing an article right now; I'm supposed to be editing a novella; instead, here I am.

Sam wrote on my computer screen today with a pen. I Googled it immediately, and I got it out with Colgate toothpaste and a baby wipe, so Sam can remain living here. He's really entered the Terrible Two's lately, testing me and finding that last button to push each hour. I have no idea how anyone with children can work from home - it's impossible. Oh, but he's so darn gorgeous (I'm his mom, I can think this all I want); I forgive him easily.

Everyone who meets him thinks that he's three, and he's not even two. He's freakishly tall. Everyone stops to say hello to him, comments on his "pretty" blonde hair or big blues. Friends tell me all the time to get him into modeling. I dunno. I don't want a stuck-up kid, or a kid that worries about his looks all the time, or spends hours in front of a mirror. I want a kid who plays in mud and rides horses, like the kid I've got! Matt especially doesn't want him "modeling" because vanity pushes him over the edge...but maybe we could pay for his college? : )

Eh, I'll think about it. So much going on right now. Angie & Ev are living in Atlanta now (soooooo much cooler than Florida). I'm going down there soon. Matt and I are both so busy we're ready to scream, but we love it at the same time. I cannot believe how much I accomplish in one day. And no more desk jobs! Whoo-hoo! God, I could never be an attorney - I'd blow my brains out. I need freedom and rhythm.

Matt's going surfing in Puerto Rico, and I'm gonna go on my own jaunt. Then, well, big plans for us. More soon on that!

Westward Ho

We had another superb vacation with our traveling toddler. We loved Colorado Springs and the Broadmoor - wow. I truly could live with the Royal Family and feel quite adequate. I love Sterling tea sets and sugar cubes. ; )

We hiked and toured all over the place; I especially liked Manitou Springs, a little artsy village at the foot of Pikes Peak. Boulder was gorgeous and Denver too - it'd had been a while since I visited those parts. Still not sure how or why the University of Colorado is CU, but I'm sure they have class outside there a lot.

Last night, Matt and I drank wine and talked in our hotel bathroom while Sam slept in his wee crib. We were laughing at how much life changes once you have a little one, but we really enjoy including him and taking him everywhere. He's already had so many life experiences, and he's not even 2!

Girls Weekend

Were my friends surprised that I drank nearly 2 bottles of wine by myself at Girls' Weekend at the lake? Not really. It's always fun cruising on a zip-line with a couple of drinks in me, too. Marta's place is amazing. What a nice getaway, and a lot of talking about hair products. ; )

We're off to Colorado this week for some serious hiking and viewing. I love my new Keen kicks - I could sleep in them. I love being a tomboy.

Just watched my friend Melissa's 9-yr-old daughter in the Ironkids triathlon. I'm jealous. I'm going for a run now...

We joined the Monon Center today, too! Looking forward to watching Sam glide down the "slow river."

Sports, sports and more sports.

Article about my brother, Jason

http://www.news-sentinel.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20090710/SPORTS/907100321

New Book Assignment

I finally got it today! Argh, not allowed to talk about it yet. I can say this: it will take a year to do, and I'm the sole author - right on!

Dad was right: the money will follow...

Writing and Rain

I feel disciplined. I'm trying to write at least 400 words a day, and the story is developing. It's still inchoate, but the characters are coming together, because I already know them.

Wonderful is writing. Wonderful is Matt, who lets me write. He and Sam are at the saddle barn right now; Sam's on Rooster, his favorite pony.

One hell of a rainy spring.

California!

We're off for a week, and Matt and I get some time alone. Hooray! We're going to take Sam to San Diego one day, and I think Matt and I are heading up to the Hearst Castle. I'm thrilled. I'm tired, need wine. G'night.

Art Museum

I had the best Mother's Day! Matt always makes sure that Sam is included, that it's mostly "Sam's idea" for every little thing. I'm still smiling, and it's Tuesday!

This and That

I have a new secret blog somewhere else, but I'll keep this one alive too, for my peeps.

Matt's friend is getting married at the Fort Lauderdale Yacht Club in a coupla weeks. We're trying to think of a funny way to send him a fake "message" from this yucky girl he once hooked up with in college, just to freak him out before he takes his vows. Matt tells me the stories and I shudder.

Love

My God, Matt and I did laugh at "Appalachian Emergency Room" on Saturday Night Live. It was just ... so real.

Sam is beginning to sound out a lot of words, and he studies things with true intent and concentration. He's a smart little guy, and so sweet. When we put him to bed, we hug him and hum a little sing-song: Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm. Now he does it too. We do group hugs a lot too.

I went running tonight and I was thinking about Sam the entire time, thinking about something funny he did today. I giggled and said aloud, "My sweetie!" then looked around to make sure no one had heard me.

It's almost our wedding anniversary, and Matt and I just celebrated our fourth year together. How wonderful is love.

Cracker

Written Any Good Books Lately?

I unofficially have my second book deal. They're drawing up the paperwork now. I love the company, love the people already. I can write at the office, at home, on the moon, doesn't matter. I'm so excited, and the subject of the project is captivating, historical and moving.

I'm on a cloud right now. Matt took Sam out for the day so that I can begin research. I got in a half hour of banjo, too. : )

The Taj Mahal

So, I spend at least 20 mintues a day on the current zeitgeist Facebook! It's ridiculous. I have an interview with the publishing company on Friday, and I'm really hoping to be writing again soon ... and getting paid for it. It's looking very positive, and they are a growing company, and publish lots of books.

I took Matt to see the band Cracker last night in the intimate setting of a couple's home in Meridian Kessler. This is the 4th band they've had play at their home, and with only 60 people there, it was pretty spectacular. Matt said it was the best birthday gift he ever got. He had such a good time, and he's really been enjoying meeting so many people lately. He likes my choices in friends. We hung out with David Lowry and Johnny Hickman, and I was right back in my element!

Speaking of elements, Mary, Monique and I are going to see the Hip in Chicago in May. : )

I took Sam to the library today, where there was this self-righteous, caucasian geek "library" mom with two kids, to whom she paid no attention. Every now and again she'd go looking for them, and she would literally cluck her tongue, and they would answer in cluck. This was their call. My brother does this great whippoorwill call (as a joke) to his kids when they're hiking in the woods and he knows exactly where they are. Matt and I adopted this, also as a joke. But this woman was serious as a heart attack, and terribly awkward.

I'd say that her kids were around the ages of 4 and 8, and she kept bringing her little girl books on India, saying, "Look, sweetie, this is the taj mahal -- look at it. I said, look at it!" Instead, the little tike prefered taking things out of Sam's hands, and running around with a sweet little black girl whose parent had also left her. The sweet girl was well behaved, not creepy, and she shared with Sam and asked me where his sister was. Eek.

The mom came clucking for her weirdo little taj mahal-hater, and yelled at the little black girl right in front of me, shouting, "I'm going to say this. You do NOT yell or run in a library!" and then went clucking off to find her daughter, who'd run away yelling.

I tell ya.

Super Bowl Night

We attended a Super Bowl party tonight, where Sam was the star. Mmm, my Sammy. I practiced banjo today and went for a run, but the best news of my day was that the Ebay auction for my B&W speakers ended with $900 in my pocket! Unbelievable! I bought them at cost ($800) about 8 years ago.

Matt said, "Sam's going to Harvard!" : )

I had a surprise party for Matt Friday night at the Wellington. All I can say is: I cannot believe that I drove home afterward.

More surprises to come...

The first and last time I watched the Super Bowl I was pregnant, vomiting every hour, and the Colts won. I don't even know who's in this game. My friends who had the party tonight said that they'd watch Sam anytime, because he's sooooooooo good. That made football worthwhile.

Happy Birthday to Matt!

I love you so much!!!

Snow Day

We got 11 inches of snow last night and today! Matt took the day off and we walked to CVS and bought Sam a sled for $25. We took him sledding on his "school" hill, but decided that our driveway - a huge hill - was much more fun. Sam was giddy, and kept lying down in the snow to eat it. A couple of times he fell over, looking much like the little brother in A Christmas Story, wrapped tightly and unable to get up on his own.

After Sam went to sleep tonight, Matt and I sneaked out and sled a few more rounds. : )

Traveling Mercies

I think about writing constantly, but Sam is requiring constant attention-to-detail lately. He's learned to climb up on the bed, couch, dining room chairs and dining room table, and he loves climbing aboard the office chair and typing away on my laptop. He grunts, and sometimes screams, when I say "NO!"

I just took a lovely afternoon nap, as it seems there is nothing else to do when the snow falls full force. It's beautiful outside. Everytime I sleep, I think I hear Sam crying. I think I may do this for the rest of my life. I asked Matt the other night if he thought it was weird that I'd be going away with Sam to college. I might get my Masters then, so Sam and I can study together, drink beer and eat pancakes at 3 o'clock in the morning.

Matt's b-day is Friday, but since he reads this I won't mention the tricks up my sleeve.

We've booked a room at the Conrad the night before our wedding anniversary, and dinner at St. Elmo's (all of it was part of Matt's bonus, so it'll cost us nothing!). Jason, Beth and the boys are coming down to play with Sam for an overnight. That will be a treat. It's only a few weeks away, but today it seems so ... very ... far away.

We're off to Chicago for a weekend in late March, Florida for 5 days in April, then California for Memorial Day weekend. Matt and I are going to try sneaking away, and drive up the coast again to Santa Barbara, the one place I told him I might enjoy settling. : )

Being excited to travel so much always makes me wonder why we still live here, but I've done so much traveling, and it's because I live here. Inexpensive. Easy flights. Plus, there's that Brooks family I love so dearly. But I do love getting out of Dodge. I feel such a connection with things I've never done, and there are all of those people I need to meet, photos I need to compose...

Speaking of Dodge, we picked up my new auto last night - she's a beauty (and not a Dodge). I haven't named her yet, but she's female, for sure. Pearly white. I love her. She's fast, too, and I love driving fast. Yes, even with a baby. I'm sorry, I, uh, love driving fast. Matt and I have this in common. I can take him.

This morning, Matt told me not to take Sam out in this blizzard. Ha. California boy. Glad we bought that 4-wheel drive last night!

Lastly, but importantly, I'm hoping to start editing books part-time for a publisher here in town. Grammar makes me glow; it's a strange phenomenon.

The 4 neighbor kids are outside playing and screaming in the snow. I swear to God, if they wake up Sam...

Babies on Board

I almost tossed my cookies when I heard about the plane crashing into the Hudson, mostly because we've had Sam on 12 planes already at his tender age, and crashes worry me now, where before I could deal with the mere fact that it could be "my time." My "time" and Sam's "time" are onboard different decades to the big White House in the sky.

Although I'm ecstatic for the 155 people onboard (a mom and baby; ok, make me bawl why don't you?) the NYC aircraft, who all made it out with minor injuries, I would like to apologize to the people onboard flight 566, from Portland to Minneapolis, where Sam coughed and sneezed, screamed and kicked for 3 hours. I always used to detest "those parents," but now we are one.

My favorite memory of the trip, however, may be of the row seated behind us. Sam looked over and smiled at all of them, and then let out the most gigantic sneeze. I couldn't help but laugh under my breath.

And now to digressions...

I just finished reading "Operating Instructions" by Anne Lamott (my second book of hers, and Matt just bought me my third) and, even if you don't have a child, it's hilarious. It's a journal of her son's first year on earth, and his name is Sam. The book is older, but still timely.

I plan to watch every moment of Obama taking his oath of office on Tuesday, and I'll cry along with most of the country. If it's above freezing outside, I actually may round up Sam and take him to the Indiana State Museum, where they'll be showing coverage all day. Sam loves CNN, I'm not kidding.

The emergency room visits in Idaho cost us $1,100! Sam got one breathing treatment and two prescriptions. I really hope that Obama corrects this tragic practice of highway robbery.

Oh...I think I'm buying a new car tomorrow. Horray!!!!

Electromagnetic Waves, the Golden Globes & Me

All of my electronics are breaking; I think it's me. I need to drink more water.

Slumdog Millionaire looks terrible, but I'll give it a chance.

I don't get Angelina Jolie, but I long to be Kate Winslet.... just not tonight on the Golden Globes, where she made a complete idiot of herself.

Played poker with my family last night and won a bunch of nickles. I love my family! Best, best, best family.

Sam makes Matt and me melt buckets. Oh, that boy.

Don't forget...

"dramatic" and "highly entertaining"!

Thoughts on Sun Valley

I loved it. There is an overwhelming calmness, and presence of Ernest Miller Hemingway there. Matt made sure I saw all of his haunts.

The house Matt's parents rented was set on an exquisite lot, with a creek running behind it and picturesque views everywhere. Matt took Sam for a spin on a sled, which made him swoon. Matt and Sam are best buddies, and Matt is the best parent I think I've ever seen. Really. He outshines me at every turn. He has such patience and kindness. Love that man.

We ice skated at the Sun Valley Inn, and drank hot toddies to warm our bones. The ski conditions were challenging, and for the first time I was actually nervous skiing, but I made it through just fine. The problem was that it was snowing hard, and white-on-white is blinding. I couldn't see an inch in front of me, couldn't tell where the path met the edge, so I screamed a couple of times, bit my lip, whitened my knuckles and hotdogged down. ; )

And yes, I had a moment with Tom Hanks. Imagine if you will, me running into him in a drugstore, at the end of an aisle. I stood frozen, but smiling, and he smiled and hesitated for a moment. I said hello, he said hello, and then I think I tucked up my ski jacket and ran away, like the cowardly lion did with his tail.

Tom was carrying a man-purse around his body, and I think maybe he was shoplifting. He was wearing cool glasses and a hat, but I knew him. He's a little chubbier, but aren't we all? ; )

We saw William Baldwin (oops, had to look up their photos) skiing, and Matt said, "What a disappointment - he's the worst one!" He was incredibly tall, very handsome, but yeah, I've never seen him in anything. He was talking loudly, too, almost hoping to be noticed, which isn't good for shoplifting.

Sam got croup while we were there, and we made two trips to emergency rooms (one in Ketchum, one in Boise). Can't wait to get those bills. The poor guy couldn't breathe, and what made matters much worse is that he couldn't nap, either. We were all quite sleep deprived and spent most of yesterday catching up.

Matt's parents had dropped us off at the Airport Best Western (that was all that was available in Boise), so we had to call a cab to get to the hospital. Matt walked to Denny's after we got back, and we sat on the bed and had a picnic. Sam loved this. Matt and I were a bit depressed. Matt got up to get Sam a glass of water, tripped on the bedspread, and all of our delicious Denny's tumbled to the floor. I laughed uncontrollably, like I used to in church.

We had a so much fun together. We may return this summer!