I’ve figured it out – just like some people have a biological urge to have children, some people also have a biological urge to encourage other people to have children. It doesn’t matter what family event we go to – now that we’ve been married for just over two years, the first words out of people’s mouths tend to be “Hi. Why don’t you have kids yet?” Especially if we go near anyone else’s kids… To me, this seems like a rather rude question to ask someone. I mean, it’s not that I don’t like children. I love them. I want them. Eventually. But that’s not a good enough answer to that question. I just need to find a polite way to say “butt out”! I hope I never become that nosy when I’m older. But, if it’s a genetic thing, both Denis and I are doomed. :P
Anyway, it was a good weekend. Denis’ family came to visit, and I think all we did was eat and play dominoes for 24 hours – oh, and we wandered around Shoen place by the canal. I did my first solo stint in church – without a sound system, because they moved mass into the parish center. We had a family reunion. Molly spent about three hours in the pool over two days. And we introduced my cousin’s dog, Casper, to the pool too. My house is (relatively) clean, because I had to clean it for our visitors. And I got nothing at all done on my master’s project. Oh, well. But I did get a little too much sun, and I think I’m going to go to bed now and hope I don’t look like a lobster in the morning.