As you can see, Rowan was beside himself with excitement over the return of his parents.
Check out Lyla's shiner:
In a previous post, I mentioned that 20 minutes or so after Julie and I departed, Lyla tried to, like, back-hand-spring off the couch and over Rowan and bounced off the coffee table. This evening that caution-be-damned personality was in full effect, as she sat on, wrestled with, and collided into the poor guy. Each incident carried with it stern reminders from her mother and me about the importance of demonstrating good sense, or at least halfway decent sense, but finally we hauled her up to bed because she was so feral. She did not object too strongly; clearly she and Rowan had an excellent weekend with Grandma Jackie.
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