"Rain, rain, go away, come again another day. That's all I have to say."
--Grandma Ricki, when asked to contribute a line for today's blog.
"Just a reminder: there's no crying in baseball."
--Daddy, when asked to contribute a line for today's blog.
"A weekend in Florida without my daughter."
--Mommy, when asked by Daddy what would make her feel better as she cried on the couch at 11:30am.
The closest we came to the weekend in Florida was Maui Wowi at the mall. They were selling a "soup and smoothie" special. For the toothless crowd perhaps? We bought an XS dog Halloween costume at Old Navy and dressed you in it when we arrived home. You were not pleased.
The sky continues to be the color of a cave. In the upstairs bathroom, the shower curtain is covered with fish and wrinkled with a recent washing. Daddy is your new favorite person. You are content to lay in the crook of his bent leg while he reads "Sports Illustrated." Grandma Ricki is busy in the kitchen, preparing stew in an old orange crock pot. Now Daddy has switched to reading "God and Empire" and you are not particularly pleased.
I try to enjoy my glass of chardonnay while you cry.
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