Last Thursday dad took Noah up north to Canada. I suppose this is where I am supposed to jump up and down and revel at the quietness of being home alone with just me and michael...but the house seems empty. I miss coming home to him running to the top of the stairs to wait for me to give him hugs and kisses. I love those after work cuddles.
Granted, I do appreciate the "freedom" but I miss my little guy like crazy. Hopefully Nana and Papa are taking lots of pictures and hopefully he doesnt grow up too much in the meantime.
We did have a nice weekend though. We relaxed most of Saturday and finished cleaning up the branch that crashed in our back yard. Sunday was a little more of the same. Michael let me sleep in and he went to church, then later he changed the oil in the vehicles and I started to work on cleaning the shattered glass out of the deck from when our picnic table shattered during the storm. Later that evening I watched a movie I had taped the night before and then we went for a walk. That sums up the weekend.
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How funny, we have the exact same cat house thing, and the kids always want to crawl through it too, even though they are way too big for it!
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