just the three of us

fiesta critters today

Simon's mom (Saint Ann) clicked her ruby reds and sadly headed back to Kansas this morning.

She has been an absolute Godsend...I would even venture to rank her higher on my favorites list than my angelic anesthetist. She has busied herself with round the clock care of Julia taking her on walks and grocery runs, putting her down and getting her up from naps, changing her diapers and outfits, filling her multiple requests for juice and milk bottles and giving the little toddler tyrant her undivided attention.  There was a delicious hot meal on the table every single night with the ample leftovers frozen and labeled for later consumption, glasses of Riesling served, cups of coffee poured and several loads of laundry washed, dried and folded all thanks to her. She undertook the not small task of moving our bedroom upstairs and was always willing to hold little Sebastian if I chose to be hygienic and bathe on any particular day. I certainly won the mother-in-law and Godmother lottery. She is the absolute best.

You're probably wondering what my lazy bottom has been doing all week. I'm wondering that myself. It's a wonder I've survived these first few hours without her. We just have to make it to Tuesday when my own mother, Saint Bettina arrives. I hope she packs her power suit because we'll be putting her to work.

But back to the present...as long as I don't accidentally or purposely go out in public, am hyper-vigilant about staying on top of Julia's teething gel applications and mega Tylenol dose for her crazy molar cutting and refrain from sending Simon too many smoke signalesque SOS texts...I'm sure we'll be fine.

If you are so inclined you may throw a prayer up to Jude or Philomena (they specialize in impossible cases...perfect).
I'll allow it.