Thank God for apples. And orangeredgolden leaves. And skies that are so blue they could crunch like the apples. And cold nights that bring out the down comforters. And the hand knit sweaters returned from the attic. If it weren't for autumn, we would all just jump into the ocean at the end of September like lemurs. I mean lemmings.Peter is on his second week as House Hubby, and holding it all together. Thank God for MeMes who fly up from Washington just for the day when you need them. Mom has done just that, because when she made the hypothetical offer on the phone, Peter sounded so relieved she just couldn't bare to stay home. Ethan Hipple was our nanny for the day. Peter went up north and dropped off the kids with Ethan (who is temporarily under employed since quitting his camp job), and then mom is watching Josie tomorrow. I will take a personal day on Friday. So Peter gets in a whopping three days of work this week, just in time not to feel completely overwhelmed.
Josie starts at the Tech on Monday. We expect her to be pooping Godiva chocolates and babbling in three languages by the weekend. Then maybe we can have peace of mind.
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