I sure have missed you....

The little dude and I went to Chicago to surprise his NoNo for his birthday. I put Addison on the front porch with a balloon, rang the doorbell, and hid in the bushes.

Little did I know I rang the wrong doorbell (as my brother informs me by whispering through a window), and had to run back on the porch, and ring the correct one.

My dad comes to the door ,and just stares at the baby, and says to my brother, "someone left a baby on the porch". Then he opens the door and tries to look closer at the baby....that's when I popped out, and he now realized that it wasn't his, or his son's for that matter.

Hysterical.

What wasn't hysterical was how it basically took until the end of our visit for Addison to get used to his new surroundings, and sleep. He was a mess. I was a mess. But there were some good times in between. Like seeing him make out with my parents glass doors that over look the back yard. There he would stand, licking the glass, over and over while watching the birds.

Girls night out was fun. Delicious meal at The Publican, great thrifting, delicious home cooked meals from my mamma, a fun night at home with my girl Em where we cooked a ridiculous meal that I am still thinking about,hanging out and watching SNL with my brotha's......

The hardest part of the trip was being away from the Mister. Add and I couldn't get off that plane fast enough to see him. It was so good to see him, and be home. To top it all off, I open the car door, and there sat a bottle of wine...he knows me oh too well.