After nine days of peace and quiet and freedom my mom returned the kids to us this afternoon.
As I drove up the driveway, both Hazel and Sam ran outside and tried to squeeze into my lap and hug me before I even got out of the car. Apparently Hazel had ALMOST forgot what I looked like.
I think I missed them . . . a little.
Lately Walter the Farting Dog has been great bedtime reading. How can you go wrong with a dog that has gas . . .
