We Have No Pants

My folks dropped by for a three-day visit (they'll be back in two-weeks). We toured the hospital where Dr. Dad and Nurse Mom meet Dr. Evita, saw the labor ward, and noted the highly professional medical facilities. Dad bought a gift for Dr. Evita. Fancy chocolate you might ask? No. A pocket-sized doppler. Mom couldn't stand having the doppler in the house and Baby S. to use it on. So before handing over the gift, dad administered an at-home check-up and we listened to the heartbeat--thud-thud, thud-thud.

Another highlight was the 7 a.m. walk with dad. He said hi to every person we passed, picked up a newspaper, and we were back home just as Ben and mom rolled out of their beds. With hazy lazy eyes they gazed at us, disgusted by morning-people who sip coffee and have the boldness to welcome the day with a "Good morning!"

On Friday while the guys fastened in the car seat, mom and I attacked the baby room with stealth. At one point I commented, I guess several times that "we have no pants" (in lue of trying to find baby pants) at which point the guys stuck their heads in the room and said, "You have no pants??" Ben continued to repeat "We have no pants" throughout the day at random moments suffering us all into giggles and laughs.

It was great having mom and dad around. The next time they see us, life could be totally different. Though some things may never change like morning walks, morning "good mornings", and jokes on who has "no pants".

Family time is good time. And sometimes it's funny too.