A Big Shout-Out From The House of Flying Boogers. Yep, it's family cold time here at Undisclosed Location. Baby Gigi doesn't seem to have it too bad, but it floored Daddy for a few days, and yesterday I woke up sounding like Lauren Bacall. The timing gods are, of course, laughing their blessed keisters off: tomorrow night is Kindly Uncle's birthday party, after which we go to the airport to meet our visitors, who are with us through Tuesday. Wednesday is Daddy's bridge night and Mommy's movie night; Thursday is a baseball game; and Friday we're hopping a plane south so Gigi can meet some great-grandparents. We're back the following Tuesday night for a two-week visit from Grandma.
The good thing about this schedule is that it is very grandparent-intensive: this lets me sleep off my cold for more than one hour at a time while Gigi gets lots of attention.