My parents are coming up for a visit today.  Lucky for us, they like to stay in hotels so they are staying downtown (I’m assuming at Circus Circus, which is their hotel/casino of choice and has been for years) and not here.  Not that we mind people staying here, of course, but it just means we won’t have to worry about deep-cleaning the guest bathroom (otherwise known as Harry’s bathroom, otherwise known as a biohazard). We’ll mostly need to focus on the living room, kitchen and powder bath and that shouldn’t be too hard.  At least, it wouldn’t be hard if I didn’t have a baby attached to my body around the clock.  I’m thinking I should at least be able to toss her in the sling so I can do some tidying up (anything that doesn’t require bending over, at least).

I’m excited to see them, haven’t seen either of them since, oh, September?  Gah, it’s been a while.  This means, of course, that they haven’t seen the baby.   And since the last visit to see them in September was when my mom was in the hospital (what fun that was), my mom hasn’t spent a lot of time with Liam lately so they’re looking forward to seeing him too.  You’d think we lived more than about 250 miles apart, since we go so long between visits anymore.  But it’s difficult to make the trip over the mountain with kids in tow, especially since we need to kennel the dogs every time we go to visit.  Plus, I don’t travel near the end of my pregnancies, so there was that too.  And they haven’t come here because my mom won’t even think about traveling over the mountain in the winter.  She’s afraid she might see a snowflake.

So I look forward to seeing them later on today (provided it isn’t snowing on the summit, of course) and I’m sure they’re looking forward to seeing us.  I mean, who wouldn’t look forward to seeing these two little imps?

^{The eyes!  OMG, this kid kills me.}

^{The question is: does she do anything else?}