Oy, I don’t know how I survived. Ben left for a bachelor party in Austin, TX on Wednesday. Leaving me for five days with Webster, a.k.a. “The Terrorist.”
By Friday, I thought only one of us was going to come out of this weekend alive.
Thankfully, I’d already called for reinforcements. My sister came up Friday afternoon and together we took care of Webster. But first, we went strawberry picking at Jones Family Farm. I now have eight pounds of strawberries. I don’t know what I was thinking. I love me some strawberries but that’s a lot of ‘em.
Saturday was busy. We went to pure barre in the morning, spent some time with Webster and then went to visit our grandma. She told us the story about how our great Aunt Mary, who was the “wild one” apparently, ended up joining a convent and becoming a nun.
Kerry left Sunday morning and I had a baby shower in (on?) Long Island. My friend Julia and I headed to shower and her husband, Brett, watched Webster for the day. They have three dogs and Webster had the time of life. Brett took him on a seven mile run and tired him out. It was amazing. We got home and that pup passed out hard.
I guess I’m going to have to start running.