I know I've been neglecting this blog, but I have a good excuse. Hubby's father is here for a visit! This is the first time he's met the Boy Terror, and he hasn't seen Girl Terror in 2.5 years. I have always liked Georges, but I love him all the more now that I've seen him with my babies. He plays. He reads. He listens to the endless tales. He plays some more. True, the poor man has to nap every day when the kids collapse, but after an hour he's up and ready for more. On Monday he cooked a turkey dinner for us, and we let the kids open their presents from him under the tree. Grandpa is the best! Ever! When he leaves on Friday it's going to be sad day indeed. Every night and every nap time, Girl Terror doesn't go to sleep until she's been assured that Grandpa will still be here when she wakes up.
I'll be back to writing regularly next week, but for now I am spending my days watching my children be cute and charming, and feeling so proud of them I could burst.