Monday, July 28, 2008

Broken heart

|*insert dramatic wail here*|

The Professor broke my heart into a tiny million pieces on Saturday night and I may never be the same.

After naptime, we headed down to the deep south to visit my brother and sister-in-law (and beautiful niece!) in Fredericksburg...or is it Chancellorsville? I don't know; it's in the south, though, that's for sure. ;) Figgy and The Professor just love their cousin to death and spent a good part of the evening running through the house, squealing. There was a good portion of time spent in the pool, shriveling up like little prunes, and we're all covered in welts from the 747-sized mosquitos that they have in the south. Do you know those suckers thrive on Deet? They suck it up like cheap vodka!

Anyway, after we had a wonderful evening (they made kabobs!), we were getting ready to head out and my sister-in-law was holding The Professor. He was quite content where he was, in her arms, and when I went to reach for him to put him in the car, he freaked out and held onto Lisa for dear life! TWICE!


I even told him he could stay the week with his Aunt Lisa and he seemed perfectly fine with that.


Is this what it has come to? Figgy is giving her father dirty looks and The Professor would rather hang with his Aunt Lisa?



MereCat said...

ooooh. oooh. ooh. They become independent so quickly. I think I might've cartwheeled out of there. I love 'em dearly, but I have nooooo problem leavin' em.

Figgy and The Professor said...

You crack me up, merecat!