Last weekend we had a visit from AJ's Pops (a.k.a. "G-Man") and Susan. AJ had a great time and has been asking hopefully "Pops? Sus-san? Come?" ever since. I tried to explain to him that we can call Pops and Susan on the computer using Skype, but AJ just gives me a blank look like what are you talking about, mom?
They came right around the one month mark after David was born, and I hadn't been out of the house other than for pediatrician appointments and occasional quick grocery store runs, so I got a bee in my bonnet that we were going to take the kids to the Garfield Park Conservatory to get out of the cold and gloom. As a side note, I was not surprised to hear the weather guy say that this January was the 10th coldest on record (mom and Arlene, note that the coldest on record was the January of 1977, when I was born and when Joe was 1 month old!) and the average temperature was 15 degrees. Ugh. Dad and Susan gamely agreed to participate in this outing. I will make a long story short: bundle up two kids for below zero weather, pack them in the car, walk around a giant garden for an hour, bundle them up again, decide to take a different route home and sit in traffic for an hour, change what the diaper wearer touted as a "biiiiiig poopie!" at a gas station only to find that there was no poopie involved at all, and return home to wonder why I ever wanted to leave in the first place. The good news is that Pops and Susan are still speaking to us and that it quenched my thirst to get out for a good two weeks.
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