As you can probably tell by the stagnant conditions on the blog, I've been away for a short trip. My loving husband sent me on a four day retreat to 
Northern Michigan where I spent my time window shopping, hiking ski hills, taking in the brilliant fall colors, and scrapbooking at a weekend convention. It was a much enjoyed break, but I have always suffered from an overactive homesickness gene, an affliction that was not improved upon with the advent of motherhood, and was, therefore, itching to get home as the final day drew to a close. I relished that first pint sized hug when I finally arrived home, sat down to spend some play time, and though I was 
gone for only four days I could swear that Calvin's language developed tenfold while I was away. Maybe it's a trick of the memory, having been working with pictures and notes taken nearly a year ago, but when I first arrived and sat down to play he was talking a mile a minute, in full sentences, and without much space for breathing. It was while I was trying to drink in this wonderful moment that I apparently erred in my toy placement, to which Calvin responded "No, not there, the dude goes down here. Oh for heaven's sake." Yep, definitely tenfold. And I really was only gone four days.
