We're off to Granny and Poppa's house for a few days. It's not quite Cuba (where Chris and Uncle Phil are currently frolicking) but it's better than Ottawa all alone.
Hannah's here at the moment so that I can get packed and ready to go. We'll leave in a hour or so and hope for some quiet, nappish time on the drive.
Over the last 2 days I took some photos of the boys just trying to capture a couple of good shots. I took over a 100 pictures to get these few to give you an idea of how hard it is to get them to be semi-still and semi-cute.
First, my Charley. I attended the kindergarten information session on Wednesday night at his future school. I wish I could say that I felt all warm and happy about it, but mostly it made me feel like I was preparing to send him off to the evil clutches of the 'real world'. I guess that day is coming whether I like it or not.
While I always love my boys, this week has made me reflect on how lucky we are. My heart and mind have been consumed with the tragedy of Haiti and all the moms, dads, sisters, brothers and friends who have lost people in the blink of an eye. Just love your crazy families, people. Squeeze your kids. Smooch your partners. Call your mom or dad.
From one lucky mom and wife and daughter and sister and granddaugter and woman and friend and person.
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