My brother got to take his turn tearing my shower apart a little bit more.
Brian Lori the robber construction worker dressed the part and amused us all.
The boys got a bath in my tub sometime; I'm not really sure when that happened.
We did some night (um 8 in the evening) swimming in our clothes.
Aunt Lori wasn't already hot enough after the fair so she volunteered to cram into the tiny space left between car seats and be referee to the sword fight.
She also has teeth much to Alida's delight.
And Nicholas is now the no pic pic hambone--see the smile back there behind his protesting hand?And the greatest gift of all was the two mornings that I spent waking up slowly in bed, listening to the news and laying there, brushing my teeth, getting a cup of coffee, and very slowly putting on some clothes while Brian Lori took child duty upstairs, far, far away in a very stinky land of diaper changes. (Brian, I am impressed. Lori, you are amazing.)
And how do the Stubers re-pay the kindness? Well we get up and scream at 1:30, 2:00, and 2:30 on Monday morning making sure that Brian Lori don't miss their drive time of 3:00 a.m. to make it to another town to catch a plan. We're so sorry. Come back soon!
To be fair to Alida--who else would it have been?--the poor girl is cutting three teeth, has bronchitis, and a double ear infection. I think the Stubers are done with petting zoos.
