I dismissed myself early from work on Tuesday, cancelled all hair appointments and ditched out on dance to spend time with my fabulous family. Some high points of the evening:
*Attempting to keep Jack on the putting green at Gladstan during our Aunt-Neph outing
*Trying to explain to Jack that although he's got a great swing, this is putting, and he must hit the ball a short distance
*Apologizing to the other golfers when Jack's ball rapidly rolled in front of theirs. Seriously, the kid didn't get it.
*The incredible salad with homemade croutons Whitney made us
*The sinfully delicious corn on the cob Ethan made us
*Playing trains with Jack in the toy room
*Climbing into a one-man (honestly, a one-kid) tent with Jack and being the Mommy Pig. How rude is that? Do I resemble a pig in any way?
I realize most of my high points of the evening involve Jack, but I assure you family, I love you all and enjoyed spending time with each of you!
Unfortunately, this story does not have a happy ending. My "no place like home" shoes have been ruined. They were stripped of their identity, and can no longer be worn. I'm quite depressed about it. 


