Everywhere I turn
Baby stuff overwhelms me
Loud silence echos.
I've dragged my feet getting the house back to its everything-in-its-place order. Rocket Man's messes are not something I'm in a hurry to clean up. Although, I'm sure by mid-week my OCD tendencies will take over and I'll tornado through the house. Until then, I'll revel in smudged stainless steel appliances, slobbery kissed windows, and baby paraphernalia everywhere. Am I the only grandmother that behaves like this when the grandchild leaves or am I just crazy? Don't answer that.
I'll close with a picture of Rocket Man because I know deep down you want another peek at him too.