Hospitality at its best.

If you are wondering, or maybe you haven't noticed and I am only kidding myself, why I haven't posted in a few days, it is because my in-laws are visiting. Which is better than out-laws...

But I digress.

My mother-in-law, father-in-law and sister-in-law are all here. They arrived yesterday. My sister-in-law, T, is the one who is having that sweet little girl that I shall spoil rotten. T is a few months along and has just begun to show.

Remember that, moms? Remember when you just started to show and people you had not seen in a while would smile and say, "Awww. Look at you. How cute. I see a tummy."

If they knew you really well, or if they were related to you, as in they gave birth to you, they would pat your tummy like some kind of puppy or stray cat. Suddenly, when you become pregnant, people want to pat you. Who started this? I need to write them a letter.

I caught myself patting T on the tummy when I first saw her, then thought to myself, "Oh. I have become one of those people. Those weird people." I hope T didn't mind, and if she reads this, please accept my apology for mistaking your pregnant tummy for a Springer Spaniel.

When T was going through her first trimester, she had the typical morning sickness, or all day sickness as it were. She craved fresh and canned fruits, which is much better than the Sonic tater tots I craved when I was expecting. T survived the first trimester and now she only gets sick on occasion.

Like riding in the car on the way to our house.

She was in the front seat tasting her Burger King boca burger for a, ahem, second time and my mother-in-law was on the cell phone with her mother. Just then, between the heaves, Grandmom asked my mother-in-law how T was doing on the trip...

"She is doing fine."

"Blahhhhhh!"

This is what happens when you go to Burger King and they don't let you have it your way.

Today was a normal, no nausea day. We had a day of shopping and lunch that stayed down. It was a fun girl's day out. (No huge bargains of 90% off cute, pink baby things. But, hey, there is always tomorrow.)

We had dinner at home tonight and all of us were gathered around the table talking and laughing. T quietly slipped away and excused herself to the bathroom.

I looked down the table at my husband who was making an awful face. We both heard it at the same time. Bless her heart. T was sick. Then, my father-in-law and finally my mother-in-law and daughter heard it. We just sat there feeling sorry for T and hoping she would be alright.

She came back to the table, sat back down in her chair, turned to me and calmly said, "Dinner was very good."

We all just burst out laughing.

I said,"In some countries, the people just belch to compliment the cook. Next time, T, a thank you note will suffice."

She was really trying to tell me she was ok, that it wasn't my cooking that made her, you know vomit, and she was sorry that she, you know, threw up, just after eating my cooking, and that it was not, in fact, my cooking that made her pewk and all. You know. After she ate my cooking.

Thanks, T. I love you, too. Glad you, um, enjoyed it?