I know, I made a big deal about being alone last week, and how much I was looking forward to having Erin and William back home, and then, nothing. I didn’t even mention that they were back in town.

I know, that makes me a horrible horrible person.

Well, they did get back into town on Monday night, all safe and sound. It sounds like they had a good time, though I think they both would have been better off with a slightly shorter trip.

William was very glad to see me, which is great - he had a big goofy grin, as soon as he saw me. He followed me into the bedroom, I don’t remember what I went in there to get. Anyway, he followed me in, and started grabbing for things off of my end table. I cleared off all of the things that he shouldn’t be getting into, and “dusted off my hands” - William was watching intently, and did the exact same thing. Apparently, during his week away, he developed mimicry as a talent. He winks (with both eyes, but it’s quite clear he’s trying to wink) and he claps, and he likes to use the couple of words that he has (”Ball” and “Dog”) - he’s turning into a little boy. It’s quite a fun ride, watching him grow up.

Simpson’s quote of the day: “So, it was pretty okay, huh?” - Homer