Some things never change . . .

My dear sister, Camille, came to visit a couple of weeks ago. She had a work conference in DC, so we lucked out with a visit from our wonderful sister/aunt/friend and even a babysitter for a fun Valentines date!

So, Mille was here for a night, then went to her conference for a few nights, and on the last night of her conference, my AWESOME hubby took care of the kids while I went into DC for dinner with Mille and some of her colleagues. I then joined her for the night in her super-nice hotel, got a GREAT night's sleep, and enjoyed a wonderful breakfast with her. It was a blissful and needed break. I am grateful for Mille and Ashkii for providing this for me. I am soooo spoiled.

After Mille and I ate breakfast, we left the hotel and returned to the homestead. Mille was napping on the couch, and I went in to change Trev's sheets (his room doubles as the guest room). I removed the comforter and top sheet and then saw that there was a pair of socks at the end of the bed. "Oh, Trev . . . " I thought, but then realized these socks did not belong to Trev - they belonged to Camille (she'd slept in his bed for one night before her work conference). I couldn't control my laughter as I recalled our Mother being frustrated with Camille when changing sheets and finding MULTIPLE pairs of socks left in the bed. I guess old habits die hard! We are glad you paid us a visit, Mille, and hope you NEVER change:)





Rachel was so funny with Camille - she kept looking at her when she talked, as if to ask "Who are you and what are you doing here?" I'm sure it is confusing to her that our voices are SO similar:)