Overnight Grandson

 So Friday was a logistical one for us, mostly due to my creeping senility. Joelle and Kenny invited us to meet for their shared birthday dinners, and I marked it down for Saturday night. As a result, D1 was going to drop off Little Man Friday night after a local shabbat dinner, we'd re-home him Saturday, and then meet our friends in the Gables -- at Sra. Martinez, a Michelle Bernstein spot that used to be in the Design District.

Alas, Kenny texted to confirm for Friday, and I was like -- what? You mean Saturday. No -- I messed it up,so we fixed it by D1 agreeing to come later Friday night, making our dinner earlier, and no big whoop.

The dinner was delicious -- Michelle Bernstein and her husband, Sr. Martinez, came to our table, and Michelle claimed to recall me for being on her Check Please! Public TV show, but I think she was just being charming. The food was fine, and we toasted our friends for many more decades -- they're leaving for a SE Asia trip Saturday.

We rushed home to accept Little Man -- Baby Man was none too pleased being told he needed to be completely potty trained before he can stay, too. And D1 was off for home, and we hung with Little Man until he rubbed his eyes and I told him another Night Bird story, a character I made up for the Ds about a heroic female bird who does good deeds like rescuing children and pets. When I got to the part about Little Man's kindergarten homework being brought to him, he was out like a light.

Sure enough, around 3 he came into our room, and I invited him into bed with us -- Wifey was PTFO, as they say. When I got up to pee, Little Man had migrated to my spot, and so I merely slept at the foot of the bed, horizontally, causing Little Man to wake up laughing when he spotted me.

We had our traditional daybreak drive to House of Bagels, and then his engineering-like analysis about the best way to eat his large black and white cookie. After that, there was a lizard hunt with Ippi (Wifey's grandma name) -- he counted 20. And then Saturday cartoons -- he loves them, as we all did.

D1 and Joey have their kids in constant activities. We roll differently -- time with us is down time, and Little Man loves it -- he so told me. He's turning 6 next month and we adore and get each other -- he's figured out he can get away with a LOT if he uses charm and humor. Hopefully he ends up in law or business and not Bernie Madoff-type stuff. Time will tell...

We drove to D2 and Jonathan's -- Baby Man was dropped off so D1 could take her pilates training, and the boys had a blast playing and being treated to Jonathan's garage gym. D1 fetched them, and I watched the end of the Canes game, and then Jonathan poured us a sample of the Elit I brought for T  Day use -- we had to insure it was a good batch. It was.

And so T Day week is upon us -- 23 guests will gather, more or less, at D2 and Jonathan's for the big day, assuming the dyslexic caterer Les gets it right -- he did last year, and is notorious for not being much in contact with clients before a big party. We joked it may be T Day pizza this year -- but there WILL Be plenty to drink -- my trip to Total Wine made that a certainty.

Guessing Little Man will be overnighting again -- and I love it. I joke with his parents that they need to get him through grade school, and then I will take him here -- for Middle School and High School at Palmetto. I'm only half kidding...