Visitors gone

House is quiet, quietish, again. SD#2 and husband have left for her in-laws, and Chinese Post grad has returned home to write up her first draft of her thesis. Having her to stay was fun. Daughter enjoyed her company, like having a big sister. SD #3 felt important and appreciated and helpful because she made up CPg's Christmas stocking and possibly SD#2 & SD#3 were slightly better behaved because of CPg's presence. And CPg knew who I was talking about if I mentioned people from work, and that was nice.

Daughter and I and CPg went shopping, and daughter had to slow down, not run, because CPg's heels made her wobble. Even SD#2's husband noticed her amazing stiletto heels - ever so high - see the photo.

Young man

One of the joys of parenting older children is getting to know their young adult friends. Yesterday evening son came home around 10 with three friends. I left them chatting and sharing his malt whiskey. I hadn't known he was going out, where he was going, who he was going with until it happened, but was pleased to see his friends. I've met them before.

At seven o'clock this morning I bleary eyed wandered into the visitor's bed room to use the bathroom while husband was shaving in the other. But there's a lump in one of the beds! I think son has brought home a superfine specimen of young manhood. I guess he wasn't going to go home late to wherever he's come from, and fair enough son has given him a spare bed.

Might be a good idea if son warns me.