Almost all of the leftovers (they were scant to begin with) are gone now. I think there may be one serving of pudding left (well, until Big E reads this), and I am already missing the zen like contentment of being amid the cooking food. Sweet G and little e are still adjusting to being home. They are full of friction and prickles; the remaining price for having them gone. My request to Little e to have "just a minute" to write this was greeted with a 20 second pause, before the piccolo began a new query, follow immediately by her disagreeing. Sigh. Back into the front lines of mothering I go. It is good to have the monkeys home.