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!
*sobs*
I even told him he could stay the week with his Aunt Lisa and he seemed perfectly fine with that.
*sobs*
Is this what it has come to? Figgy is giving her father dirty looks and The Professor would rather hang with his Aunt Lisa?
*wails*
2 comments:
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.
You crack me up, merecat!
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