Weekend.

Grandpa Keller and boys, Saturday.

Weekend brought rest. Thankfully. And a book called On Becoming Babywise, which I've been eating up over the last twenty-four hours, trying to digest all its principles. I think it may be just the thing Danny needs in his little life to chill out a little. I'm crossing my fingers.

Weekend also brought to me my beloved mother, who cleaned my house and put dinner in the crock pot while we were at the Buttars' family reunion. Then she took my first born home with her so I could have a break. Who even knew I needed a break from the lively little man? She did. Even when I didn't. It's been so peaceful, but I pretty much started aching for him before they got to the end of our street. It's the first time I've ever let him go anywhere without me, and it took some major coaxing on her side, which finally led me to say 'alright'. Before he excitedly ran out the door, he said, 'me be a good boy!'. And that, my friends, melted my heart.

PS - Ruby Tuesdays is delicious at ten o'clock at night, especially when you dine on the patio next to their pretty fireplace. Also, how fantastic is it that I've so well trained the mister to actually want to go thrifting for date night? We loaded up the car and trunk with junk Friday night, and high-fived all the way home. A good night, indeed.