Reese

With Tom out of town for a few days, we headed north. Even though I was saddled with three children, I was determined to meet Beth and Dave’s new daughter, Reese, who had managed to get to nearly four months old without me meeting her. Which is, basically, criminal.

And, omigosh, if she isn’t the most delicious thing. They don’t call her “cookie” for nothing.

Unfortunately, with our late arrival and Beth’s impending departure to the theatre, we barely squeezed in a 20 minute visit before we had to go. And in that time Shep didn’t quite make it to the bathroom and Ellery was preparing for, and ultimately had, a massive blow-out.

Despite all the crying, manhandling of mermaid dolls, and far more poop than anyone should encounter in 20 minutes, it was fabulous to see them. I hope to have a more relaxed visit later this summer—no poop involved.

Well, at least none that I’m responsible for.