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She Was There

I love my cousin Chaya (a.k.a. Chach) very, very much. We’ve got a trillion inside jokes and we always seem to have a good time no matter where we are. She was there for me the time I got escorted out of the airport in Kansas City to dump my water bottle.  She was there for me when I won the golden ticket at Disneyland. She was there for me as a teacher to my students when I couldn’t be.  She was even there for me when I was huge and pregnant, making me burgers and fries.

But today.

Oh, today.

She was there for me to leave and go get a massage. I left my baby in her arms, happily asleep, and I went and had the most glorious massage. It meant more to me than all the pregnant burgers or empty water bottles.

Even though Maggie woke up and was somewhat of a grump, because that is what babies do when they notice their mama isn’t around apparently, Chach was steady and kept my baby from becoming a total Grump House.

Now I can add that Chach was “there for me the time that I really needed a massage and got one” to the list.

I might just move that one to the top.

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Monday Madness

Mondays are madness around here. It seems like we’re always recovering from our weekends and the day just flies by full of recovery time.  Even our house is recovering and we weren’t even here the past few days. I haven’t even had a chance to load my pictures from this weekend, but we had a smashing time camping with the Glassingtons, Larc, and the Flemers. I’m sure pictures will follow soon, so don’t worry your pretty little face.

Thomas and his parents met up with us at the beach and came back to our campsite and Marc & Lara delivered to us fresh honey!!! Hip, Hip, Hooray!!!  I love to eat honey on my pancakes and mix it with peanut butter, but this stuff is the bee’s knees. I found myself dipping into the jar a bit today just of a quick little taste and it was delicious. Splendid, I tell you.

I haven’t exactly spoken with them about it yet, but I’m hoping to get it in writing to always have our cupboard supplied with their honey because it is so fresh. A small part of me feels bad for the guy at the farmer’s market that we typically get our honey from, but then I realize that I can sit and actually talk with the bees at Marc & Lara’s house. So there! I totally understand Pooh and his whole honey love now.

Anyhow, I’ve already put the house to sleep along with the dog and baby. Barry is curled in bed next to the snoring Tubby Pug reading and I’m clicking away on our blog. I think my book is calling my name….or is that the honey jar?