Coming Home

I got to talk to Amanda today.  They are visiting at the Haight-Pierce compound in Homosassa.  It sounds like they are doing well.  Noah is addicted to banging on the drums.  Apparently he misses me and keeps asking when they are going home.  It's nice to be missed.

I've enjoyed the solitude here and have got a lot done, but I'm definitely ready for them to come back.  I plan to take the kids on errands Sunday so that Amanda can have a little quiet time.  I don't thinks she's had much of that this week.

I got to babysit Brenna last night while Bill and Tiffany went out on a date.  She was as good as gold for me, which was nice.  It was a good reminder of how much I like being a daddy.  Being an uncle is fun too, but it's not quite the same. I guess Solomon knew what he was talking about when he wrote the passage that the Byrds made famous.   There is a time for breaks and a time to be the one to clean up after dinner.