...Clara and I spent the weekend in Chicago visiting Carron (who sadly no longer has a blog I can link to) and her family.
In continuing my random-celebrity-airport-sightings, I present you members of the DC United team:
(I did not even realize they were DC United until Carron told me. I just said, "There are some really hot soccer players at baggage claim.") Just now, I went through the entire roster and didn't recognize any of the guys we are pictured with, so I very may well have asked the water boys to come in tight for a snapshot. I'm already embarrassing Clara.
Clara and Ellie, Carron's little girl, are just a few months apart.
Hmm, three guesses at who thought she was older and therefore wiser?
In the meantime, Charlie was back in Maryland "winning" his first-ever trophy. It's already been super-glued once.
By our second day in Chicago, Clara was calling the dog Maddie, the little boy Charlie, and Carron's husband, "Daddy." She is going through this phase where any man is daddy. Which is fine, until tonight when we were out getting ice cream after dinner and a teenage boy walked in to the relatively quiet ice cream shop. "Daddddddy!" she screamed. I guess she's just getting back at me for making her pose with the DC United water boys.
On the day before we left, she started acting a little funny. She hadn't been sleeping so I attributed it to that, until she went all "Linda Blair" (as Carron called it) and decorated Carron's floor, my jeans, and the bathtub with, well, vomit.
Turns out the little babe has a bad double ear infection and is most likely heading to tube surgery like her big brother.
It was a great visit. Too short, of course, and it left me wishing Carron was just a quick walk down the street instead of a plane ride away. There are only a few friends in the world willing to clean up your child's Linda Blaire-esque moments. She's one of them, and that makes her a keeper.