Here's a taste of Iain's visit to Charleston:
Ding-Dong! Oh, it's Aunt Barbara! Wonderful!
Ring! It's Patty. She'll come over in half an hour.
Ding-Dong! It's Florence!
Ring! It's Allison. She'll be here between 3 and 3:30 with Clara and little Matthias.
Ding-Dong! It's Carl, and Ella, and Vicky and Jim and and and
Fire up the car! We've got to visit Anna and Bryan and Cheryl and Lisa and Cezanne and Mary and Dr. Jessica and and and
Whew! Iain's pooped from all the attention. Honestly, I think it's hard work to field a stream of compliments ("precious" "darling" "a miracle" "beautiful" etc. plus, from Grannypants: "he's a moose!"). And you can't just projectile vomit on people who are bringing you gifts. You can't.
It was some visit, and aside from the sleep deprivation (for Mommy and Grannypants), a great success. More details to follow as Iain's Personal Secretary restores her sleep deficit.
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