Mission accomplished? Yes! I was shooting for a three o'clock arrival, and I made it only a couple of minutes late. (The delay? A diaper bag double-check on my way out revealed that I had forgotten to pack the 4:30 bottle. Disaster averted!)
Things learned: Want to love your in-laws? Have a kid. The second I walked in the door, Grandma took an 18.5-pound load off me, then offered me a couple of fresh-from-the-oven peanut butter cookies. A little over an hour later, my sister-in-law came home and it was a veritable bonanza of kisses and cuddles (for the baby, that is). Not long after that, my wife arrived and dinner was served. The whole four hours I was there, this tag-team of lovely ladies attended to babygirl's every need while I sipped wine and got schooled in the newest Call of Duty game by my 12-year-old nephew.
I already have next Thursday booked.
1 comment:
Sounds like your lucky day! :)
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