We were thrilled to have Uncle Jamie and Aunt Dena visit last weekend. I was particularly happy to have such easy-going guests. They spent a lot of cuddle time with Wylie, played with Finn, and were content with little to no entertainment. Dena hadn't been to Chicago before and the poor girl still hasn't seen the city. But we did dazzle them with a grand tour of our little corner of Oak Park, including the bridge over the expressway, with a stop to see a train go by, of course.
The meals were another highlight--a very pleasant shell fish dinner at Poor Phil's and brunch at our house with Mom, Dad, Joe, and Robyn. Hopefully Jamie and Dena enjoyed the meals, too, since my definition of a successful dining experience is a little out of whack these days:
- more than two minutes of uninterrupted conversation,
- a beer, wine, bloody mary, mimosa, any cocktail, as long as it has alcohol in it,
- a sleeping baby,
- a content three old, regardless of the fact that he ate popcorn for dinner.
Thanks for visiting us, Jamie and Dena!
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