Aftermath

Since my party on Saturday, Evan has been able to talk of nothing else. Every other minute I'm pestered to "go Erie, go skate!" I told him we'd think about going back after Mommy stopped being sore. Today is the first day every muscle in my body doesn't ache--I'm so out of shape. But we've already looked for skates of Evan's very own (we'll put some on the Christmas list, I think) and other skating rinks in the area (two are very near to Mike's parents, so look out Grandma and Papa!). I'm glad Ev has found something he's so excited to do, but wow he just won't be quiet about it. Anyone else remember when this kid wouldn't talk?

Grady has started a new love affair with the mylar balloons left over from the weekend. He loves to watch them drift above his head. And then if I bring one down to him, he'll claw at it and punch it and squeal with delight. So easy to please. He's also very pleased because Lisa delivered another blanket from her mom on Saturday, so now G has one to love and one to spare. Oh happy day!

As for me, I'm feeling quite like a deflated balloon. Literally, as I lose weight and the skin continues to hang on my stomach (ugh), and figuratively too. After all the birthday excitement, it's a little tough to get back to life as usual. But I'm getting there--eventually I'll get back to the laundry and all the other stuff around the house. I'd better, or we'll all be out of underwear.