We had planned for a relaxing family trip to Chelan, but Thursday Henry was running a fever and on Friday he wasn't recovering terribly quickly. So instead of a family trip it was a girls' weekend (sorry, Martin). I stayed home with Henry.
From what I can tell, the girls love Auntie Nicole's new house (again, sorry Martin, but you just live there), love the cat, were sad the baby's room had mice (hence the cat), and didn't really miss me, but did miss Henry. In fact, when they arrived home Monday afternoon Lilly gave Henry huge hugs and looked at me merely as the caretaker. Hmph.
Henry and I had a great boys' weekend that involved a lot of him crashed out on the couch (as long as I held him), lots of movies (come on, Pixar, can you release something new?), and just a touch of frustration as I realized he wasn't well enough to even go for a walk. Sunday afternoon he bounced back, though, and by Monday morning was wreaking havoc and trying to make up for lost time.
That's what I know. Hopefully, Amy (or Clara) will fill in the details.