Brian is in Europe without me. Poor, poor me. But I am very happy for the dear man to have enjoyed a few days abroad under the guise of a work-related conference. Go him. In his absence, the kids and I retreated north for Nana's 96th birthday party (and for some grandparental support). And then, what do you know, merciful Granddad followed us back to NJ for a few days to continue to keep me sane AND do some yard work AND entertain the wee ones. Shout out to DeeDee for letting me steal him away.
Brian returns tomorrow (safe flight safe flight safe flight). Rowan has been pitifully calling out for Dada regularly; Fiona heard that there might be a gift coming her way, so we're all pretty psyched. All will be right with the world once more.