These doctors don't know who they're dealing with when they tell my mom she's terminal. It's just not a word the women in my family understand. They've said the same about my 97 year old grandmother multiple times yet she just keeps on truckin'. My mom has obviously been taking good notes and is determined to follow in her footsteps. Go, Mom!
(my mom's version of thumbing her nose at the doctors)
While I was gone, BSD was home alone with the girls. I warned both of the ballerina's teachers that things might not be quite normal this week. I jotted down a few instructions. A few directions. A few phone numbers. Then I left.
And the party began.
Thursday turned out to be a snow day. A REAL snow day. With REAL snow. The kids all tried to sled on the dunes again, but I guess there wasn't quite enough snow. So instead they all wound up at our house. And this picture popped up on my cell phone. No better lunch on a snowy day than grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. By candlelight no less. Go, Daddy!
Friday there was a two hour delay. A pancake breakfast with Christmas movies was served while they waited out the morning. Life with Daddy sounds pretty darn fun. N'est-ce pas?
Well, let me back up to Wednesday. The half day of school. The ballerinas were treated to bento lunches at our favorite sushi restaurant. And that evening, I received this picture on my cell phone. Can you figure out what's happening here? It's kind of hard to tell when you're looking at this picture on a 2x2cm screen.
Here's a better view.
And an even better view...
Dear Santa, can you please bring me an iPhone for Christmas so I can keep better tabs on my peeps while I'm away?
P.S. - I apologize to all of you for not being able to keep up in blogland. I miss hearing what's going on with everyone. Thank you all for your support and friendship. I hope to catch up with all of you soon.