The weekend was one relaxing affair, we stayed at my folks' house, the home I grew up in on Saturday night so Peter and I could enjoy a rare date night, and all woke up to buttery warm bagels and the best babysitters in town. Bliss.
The words you've always wanted to hear, oh and the actions too-eating rice crispies off the playroom floor from plastic bowls. I've never been so proud.
My clever, sometimes crazy twosome playing dog. Inevitably I had to take a picture of it, if only to bribe them in their teenage years.
