I enjoyed a couple quiet hours this afternoon--a rarity on a Saturday (or any day, for that matter). Lucia was sound asleep in her crib. I stayed home to "watch" her while Natalia took Andres and Celia to basketball (Andres as a player, Celia as a fan). I enjoy watching him play, but it was nice to get a respite this week, since my time as a spectator usually pales in comparison to the time I spend trying to keep Lucia from crawling onto the court.
I had just woken up Lucia today when Andres bounded through the door.
Me: "How was the game?"
Andres: "I'm going to let mama tell you all the amazing things I did."
Me: "What happened???"
He walked by me and settled onto the couch, like he was returning from a day at work.
Natalia entered, and filled in the details. Apparently Andres' team had been behind for the balance of the first half--and then mounted a tremendous comeback, with my son stealing and scoring along the way. Andres saw it fit to call back and clarify that he had scored three baskets. The joint had been jumping. And I had missed it! Oh well. A few hours to myself was nice, and I'll hope for similar miracles next week.
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