Houuuuuuuuuuston

Come on, sing it with me...

Houston means that I'm one day closer to you....

OK, maybe not.

I went to Houston this past weekend. I didn't tell anyone. Not even my best friend.

This past weekend needed to be family time and I didn't need to feel burdened trying to fit everyone in, so don't leave me a nasty comment if you're my friend and live in Houston :-)

I met my newest nephew. I got to hold him and kiss him and smell his head. He has the sweetest little grunts. It's simply amazing how quickly I've forgotten how small a baby can be. Madeline was never as small as Ethan and he feels light as a feather compared to her.

I also spent time with my Granny and she got to hold Madeline again. She seemed really happy to see her (and me). I even evoked a "GiGi" out of her before we left. I love how she lit up when she saw her great granddaughter.

It was a really, really good trip. A much-needed trip.

Pictures forthcoming...I can't get them off the DVD my dad burned for me.