Winner of round one of Baby Thunderdome--Cece. When faced with a six month old, fair-haired girl, Dmitri turned his face into my knees and cried. Really, boy, I thought you would last longer than this.
It wasn't really a battle. We had just been talking about getting the kids together again for so long, since her mommy took her up to Minnesota. The neighbors had business here tomorrow, so they're here. It gives us a chance to take care of our agreements anyway. And man, have I missed them. Hasn't even been two months since he left, and I've been miserable without them next door.
Our kids are at Red Rocks tonight, watching Lord Huron. So the grandkids are having a sleepover at grandma and grandpa's. Wait. "Sleepover" is a strong word. I'm lying in the bed, with a three-year-old presenting a never-ending beditorial. So much big chatting from such a small girl. The boy threw a fit when we took him from his shower and put clean jammies on him. Grandpa had to rock him to sleep in the living room. I can only hope this recitation ends before he brings the boy in to the bed. This--this is the true battle.
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