Aunt B and Phil drove in from Chicago this past weekend for a friends bridal shower. I don’t get to see B or my brother (Uncle Mikie) as much as I would like. Now that we are grown up we are spread all over. The boys loved having Aunt B here even though it was a short visit. B got in after midnight on Friday night. Joe volunteered to sleep on the couch so B could bunk with me. Poor little Owen trotted upstairs on Saturday morning. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him standing on his tippy toes trying to see who was in his daddy’s spot. When B rolled over and said hello to him he ran screaming into the other room and buried his head in his blankie. He would not even make eye contact with her for at least an hour! I think he was totally traumatized. He finally got over it and ran around like his normal crazy self.