Even though I was only gone for two weeks there were a lot of changes.
The bog grew out of its two tone mohawk and is now fully green.
My eyes can't stand make-up and all I put on was mascara.
My skin is so freaking dry after the humidity of the Bahama's.
There is the pitter-patter of little feet at my house.
Yep, we've acquired a 3 year-old.
Stavo's sister is going through a rough patch and so we are taking care of her son 'til things get better.
This is a major change for me. I'm kind of out of the kid stage.
But this little guy really melts my heart. Perhaps it is because he's had a rough life (sad to say at three) and he's kind of a stray. Perhaps it's because I'm not the primary care giver, Jess and Stavo are playing the parental roll. I'm just the comfortable lap upon which to plop and that's not a bad roll. Whatever the reason, I'm glad that we are able to help the little fella out.
Yesterday was his first day at daycare.
He took to it like a duck to water. Loved his new friends and life was good.
In the morning he promised to tell me all about it when I got home from work.
I guess a picture is worth a thousand words.