Cody and the Afterthoughts

This is a belated post (sorry Kelly!), but we had a fantastic weekend in Philly, despite an inauspicious beginning (CJP woke up when we got to the hotel Friday night, and then REALLY woke up when we took him upstairs in the elevator with the enormous mirror, and then chose not to go back to sleep for a loooong time). It was very low-key -- we saw Kelly's new place and new neighborhood, and got the chance to just hang out, which is something she and I rarely get to do.



Then, Sunday morning, Granny drove down to see Cody all of us. As I was unloading Cody from the Jeep, I could see Mom from the corner of my eye, booking it down the block, with Kelly trailing behind her, calling, "CODY!!! CODY!!!" His head snapped around. He knows that voice. He knows there is lots of spoiling ahead. As Mom showered him with kisses and, five minutes later, hugged me (yes Mom, I'm exaggerating--a little) Kelly and I decided that if we were a band, we could call ourselves Cody and the Afterthoughts. Mom then felt awful, but she shouldn't, because it's funny. And it's wonderful. And I love that she has jumped so wholeheartedly into the Granny role.

Anyway, now that I'm a mom, I understand about afterthoughts. For instance, showering is sometimes an afterthought. And sleeping, and sometimes even eating. And cleaning out the tub. You get the picture. Polishing the hardwood floors? Haven't done it since March. Picking up dry cleaning? Last week my dry cleaner informed me I had yet to pick up something I had dropped off on April 2. And so it goes.


This marks Cody's first visit to a diner. His Jersey roots came through as he banged energetically on the table, chatted loudly with the (unfortunate) people at the table next to us, and sucked heartily on the menu. It's only a matter of time before he's chowing down on Taylor ham and egg on a hard roll.