From 3 to 1.

Michael took the girls to Nashville a few weeks ago to watch his mom walk in the half marathon. What a feat! While they were gone I rented 3 movies, painted my nails, cleaned, sat for every meal, and went to Starbucks three mornings in a row just so I didn't have to clean the coffee pot. Absolutely nothing was rushed, not even bath time for Christian. I didn't adhere to the 2 book rule before bedtime, so we read and read and read. The two of us went to dinner at our favorite spot. Christian was in heaven and I adored that one on one time with him.

I had an abundance of patience and even let Christian have a pen. He treasured it by putting it in his mouth to make sure not to let it out of his sight while petting Sammy. What a deprived child.

I also went to confession and took the bubster in with me. Figured he's still too young to remember all of my sins. Let's hope, anyway. I usually go the face to face route, but decided that it would probably distract Father if he had to watch Christian squirm the entire time. So I went behind the screen and held him, but he's so strong now and wiggled out of my arms. He ran around the divider and said hi to Father. I motioned "come. here. now." and he gave me the look, "what now?" So, I had to go get him and say hey to Father as I got Christian- obviously defeating the purpose. Father and I just laughed.