Sorry I’ve been dark-ish; Mr. Book came to visit, and I was trying to spend all my time with him, and then he left and I was sad about it and didn’t feel like writing. But I have returned! I’m going to start out just talking about that visit and Kit’s birthday, though, because those are my favorite things.
Mr. Book was here Friday morning (June 7) and left Tuesday morning (the 11th); he arrived in the middle of Joey’s behavioral therapy, which abruptly took a break for Joey to say “Dada! Dada!” and run around the room, laughing and jumping for joy. The Mister and I got to go out by ourselves on two of those nights, and of course we threw Kit a birthday party on Sunday. The party was nice: bubble machine, pool, ice cream cake. Kit wasn’t feeling his best—he’s been teething, and going through a phase where he’s doing a lot of shrieking with rage and not a lot of sleeping—but overall it was a pretty nice time.
The first night that Mr. Book was gone again, I woke up about three a.m. (because I was being shouted for. Hiya, Kit) and was confused as to where he had gone. It took me a few minutes to realize that he was half the country away.