Catching Up

Such a merry-go-round! The parents had a nice visit with us, I think, and left last Wednesday. The next day D and I went to the Weezer concert in Atlantic City; it was delightful (the Borgata is beautiful). Well, delightful until the final encore song, "Surf Wax America," a song I was really excited to hear. Then, the slamming commenced. Who knew, in the middle of the crowd, where we were standing, the only mosh pit of the entire show would spontaneously break out? A forty year old woman who's just had a baby and who has been standing for three hours does NOT enjoy being rammed into by some sweaty, shirtless teenager. Especially when that woman has been feeling the love and is set to be swept away by the joy of the finale.

D's next older brother arrived at around 1:30am Friday--the ridiculous hour owing to repeated plane delays--and stayed until this morning (Monday). He was able to celebrate N's second birthday with us, and managed to visit Rita's Water Ice not once but twice with his nephew. The birthday party was delightful, and the four kids who ran around our living room (it was raining outside) played together nicely for two hours, against all odds.

So, now the house is ours again, for the time being. D's younger brother (he has three in all) will be here in three weeks for a long weekend. Back to the laundry pile...