Hey, guess where I am right now.
Nope, not school. I'm up in the air, in an airplane. Sol and I have a big weekend planned-we're flying to VEGAS. And get this--we are going to the NASCAR banquet. No joke. I've got my maternity overalls all ready to go. Just kidding. I found a cute cocktail dress that fits over my belly, so that is what I am wearing. Stay tuned.
We're leaving Finley here--it's a long flight and we have sweet friends here taking care of him. Victoria and Amy are shuttling Finley back and forth. I can't imagine leaving him with people he knows better or who love him more, but I still get teared up thinking about not seeing him until Monday after school. That's a long long time.
Because we are suckers for our sweet boy, we gave him his Christmas present tonight. We wanted him to have fun while we were gone--and he doesn't understand Christmas anyways. What's the point in making him wait? It's just cruel.
He loves it. He loves his little kitchen.
We're writing a book on parenting--the first chapter is about letting your kids crawl on countertops.
Also he is wearing his Christmas pajamas. My spiritual gift is waiting.