I’m taking a break from everything right now and spending time in Minnesota with my sister. I flew out here yesterday and then took a shuttle down to Rochester. When I got off the shuttle my niece was in my sister’s car screaming “ERICA, ERICA!” At the top of her lungs. I could not think of a better greeting.
Lana refers to Elliot as “my baby brother”. I haven’t heard her call him by his name yet. She’s been a little more of a stinker than normal, which I’m guessing is an adjustment phase.
We went out for dinner last night and Lana is still obsessed with werewolves. At the restaurant they were playing music which she claimed was “Werewolf Music”. She did an amazing dance.
Check it out:
Elliot is a super chill baby. He mostly sleeps. And he is just a little lump in your arms. I’m trying to hold him as much as I can over the next few days to get my Elliot fill before I go back to CA.
I love being home.