Well, after throwing caution to the wind and taking an 18(ish)month old on a red-eye flight.......We are nursing ourselves back to cognition at home.
Sir O mysteriously sprouted 8 new teeth on this trip. (after going nearly 9 months with no new toothage)
My brother (formerly k.a....) got engaged to a lovely girl. (I would have taken pictures of them, and her ring...... but alas, I am still camera-less)
Mr Renn and I went on our first Oliver-less date in at least 6 months.
We visited a whole slew of favorite people. Sorry to those we missed. Time is like sand running through your fingers on trips like this.
Wish us luck getting our groove back!
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Eight teeth? Wow. I hope he handled it well.
i feel your pain, halle has gotten rocked by all of the stimulation from christmas parties to lack of sleep and everything on top. good luck!
It was so good to see you!!!:) I wish we could come visit you!
Ohh, I'm sorry Em. Good thing the teeth "mysteriously" appeared. Josh and I just read your post together and we're both envious that you're home. We leave tonight.
Trying to spread yourselves among multiple friends and extended family members during a time constricted trip back home is definitely one of the pressures that makes such trips less fun than they ought to be.
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