Sunday, December 11, 2011


Last year, when the children were in Kindergarten, William made his very first best friend.


Or rather, his very first real best friend. They met on the first day of school and immediately connected when they discovered that they both had an obsession for dinosaurs. William talked about his new friend incessantly. Over breakfast, he'd have a story to share ... as soon as he'd get off the bus, he'd have another. Over dinner, during bath time, when I'd tuck him in to bed.

All he talked about was his best friend.

It took a few months before we were able to connect the boys for a play date. Once we did, we learned from his mother that his family would be moving to New Jersey in early January. It was a very sad moment for all of us. But over the past 11 months, William and his friend have written letters to each other and talked on the phone. They've communicated via Skype, and today, they reconnected in Washington, DC.


Because I've been battling a virus for the past couple of weeks and was feeling totally depleted after our full-day jaunt yesterday, and just thinking about all the things that I have (need?) to accomplish between now and the end of the year puts me in coma, Charlie took William and Carolyn in to DC.


They visited the boys' mecca: the "dinosaur museum" (aka: Natural History Museum), and then dropped by the National Christmas Tree which Charlie said was the saddest looking tree he'd ever seen (is it trapped in a net?!) ...


... to hear the (older) Girl Scouts sing Christmas carols.


Meanwhile, I stayed home with Henry and Elizabeth and recharged my batteries. We cleaned the bathrooms, dusted, vacuumed, made dinner, wrapped a few presents and worked with Louie on his fetching skills. Then, we painted our toenails and took a nap.

Recharge, approximately 50% complete.

The other 50% will require a two-week vacation.

Which thankfully, begins next week.