Barb came over to stay with the boys the Friday before they went back to daycare. The boys loved having her, and we were absolutely grateful too. She stayed for dinner. We ordered Chinese, and Mike's plate was the center of attention for two pairs of grabby little hands:
Meanwhile, Liam would like to proclaim to the world his love of his two gray trucks. More specifically, his love of taking the wheels off, then crying for help because he can't get them back on. Several times a day.
And finally, on Sunday Mike watched the boys so I could go have a nice afternoon with the ladies. We enjoyed a fancy-pants brunch in Oak Park complete with the hip, happening drink du jour, the pomegranate mimosa. And after that, we rolled ourselves down the street to take a tour of Unity Temple, designed by Frank Lloyd Wright. Here's a glimpse, though it doesn't capture the complete concrete coolness of the place:
1 comment:
What a cute picture. It reminds me of reading about Helen Keller grabbing food off of people's plates. Your Aunt Laura would be proud, but not as proud as Grandma Ethel realizing that the boys have her musical talent (it skips 3 generations, you know-).
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