riday, March 26, 2010 10:25 PM, EDT "We're here! We're here!" James squealed and clapped his hands as the plane landed in Nashville and our friend, Margaret Riley, safely delivered him to my parents for 2 weeks of playdates, pancakes, golf, and better weather. Thanks, Marge.
Back in NY, Daddy squeezed in a nice visit with MG while she tried nasal cannula again. She did okay but was uncomfortab
le due to gas, we believe based on the evidence. She settled down, went back on CPAP and got her reward (or was it his?) of cuddle time in Daddy's arms.
Downtown, Mommy bemoaned the fact she's become the "Palm Sunday preacher" -- my 5th time in 6 years at First, Brooklyn. The message hits a little too close to home. When can I clap my hands on Easter and say "We're here! We're here!"
Until then we'll keep marching on... By the way, if you missed it earlier and want to sponsor our team in honor of Margaret Grace in the March for Babies on April 25th go to: www.marchforbabies.org/MargaretGracefpcb or www.marchforbabies.org/MGs_Mom or better yet join us in Central Park.
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