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Been a crazy few weeks.

My mother, GaSue, came to visit from Mother's Day through the next weekend for her first official visit with 2.0. My father, Gob, drove up that Friday and spent the weekend as well. It was a blast. We cooked, went to the zoo, played and, in general, had a great time.

Now, my sister is coming to meet the newest clan member. It will be a blast.

In between those two events, we have been having a great time. The Gremlin is so much fun to watch as she gets more and more independent and expressive. Last night we went to a food truck park for dinner and she had a bunch of gelato. I actually think she spilled more on me, 2.0, herself and the ground than she ate, but that doesn't matter. At one point 2.0 was sitting on the table and she leaned over, put her arm around him and gave him a big hug and kiss. It was so sweet. He even smiled. I hope they remember this in a year when they are trying to kill each other over a toy.

I am trying to make the most out of my last few days home with 2.0. I go back to work on June 4. While I am very much looking forward to it, I will miss the smiles at 10:30 am for no reason and the laughs when I change the fourth poopy diaper that morning. I will miss holding him in my arms while he naps at 12:00 in the afternoon, knowing that there is NOTHING else I should be doing at this moment.

I know my husband and I would have been happy with just one child - even if it was the Gremlin ;) - but I am grateful that we also have 2.0. He counterbalances her crazy. He reminds us to slow down and relax. He breathes a little quiet into our lives. And right now, that is exactly what we need.

2.0 is getting so strong. He can suck his hand for a short time. Although I think he is confused and doesn't understand that he can bring the hand to him, he doesn't have to go to the hand. :)



Here are some shots of my Mother's Day flowers (it was a great day, filled with sleeping in, pancakes, flowers, jewelry and lots of kisses) and 2.0 incognito.

 



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