We have returned safely. It was lovely being with my sister (two of them, actually) and getting to know my niece (that baby is truly a marvel), but it is still lovelier to be back home.
I think it's good to leave home every once in a while so I can come back glad to see everyone and everything I've been taking for granted. It would seem absence does make the heart grow fonder.
Listening to Baby Bee's incredibly vast but unintelligible vocabulary. She uses one word, in particular, "Wit-too" most frequently and with great purpose. She seems very clear about what it means, but she's the only one. The rest of us just smile and nod.
Visiting with one of my college roommates and all around favorite friends of my youth and meeting her children. We became fast friends our senior year and lived together in a spooky old Scottish Manor house in New York for a semester. She hasn't changed a bit, despite the 14 years of marriage, 4 children and two moves across the country and back. It was wonderful to catch up.
Taking Man-Cub to the Chicago Museum of Science and Industry. We had a great time. Man-Cub loves all that kind of sciencey stuff and he just loved it! We saw planes, trains, automobiles, spaceships, submarines, and even watched a baby chick as it hatched! He got to use a periscope, get good and damp in the Fun Zone and I bought him a sailor's cap in the gift shop. It was overpriced, but the minute I saw it on him, I had to buy it. He wore it everywhere (bare chested, when possible, because that, as he says, is how they wear them) and everyone who saw him had no choice but to grin at him. He looks smashing in it and I could just scream that I don't have a camera!
Talking and laughing with Dharma about anything and everything. She's on bed rest at the moment, ending a solid week of post-surgery house arrest this very day, and is understandably discouraged and frustrated. It's not easy being a bedridden housewife. Thank heaven Daria is there to keep Baby Bee clean, fed and safe. As far as the house goes, hang in there, Dharma, help is on the way!
The Irish pub. I know I mentioned it already, but it was just too enjoyable to be mentioned only once. Mmmmm, Guinness, cider and a beef pasty. I could have that every day for the rest of my life.
Man-Cub creating a new word: scratchticles. I think its meaning is obvious. Oh, that boy.
In other news, there really is no other news. We are playing Lego Star Wars every free moment of every day, our computer is back up and running (yay!) and Redheaded Snippet is getting ready to go to camp for a week on Sunday. Oh, and I have an appointment with an endocrinologist tomorrow which I'm pretending not to be scared about. That's why I've just casually thrown it down here at the end of this post so I can try to fool myself into believing it's not that big of a deal. But, you see, there's a mass. We were calling it a nodule before, but now that I've read the ultrasound reports, I see that it's a mass. That's a tumor, right? Yeah, I know, 95% of all thyroid nodules/masses/tumors are benign, and the vast majority of all thyroid malignancies (I refuse to use the "c" word as of yet) are highly treatable, even curable, but somehow, that doesn't ease my mind a whole lot. So, I see the specialist tomorrow. And we shall take it from there.
With that, I shall move forward, breezy and unconcerned, and busy myself getting ready to take Redheaded Snippet to her youth group event for the evening. I may have no choice but to spend a few hours at Borders tonight. Won't that be horrendous?