It's good to be home

It never ceases to amuse me to hear my mother talk in slang. Today my mother was talking about how the French were talking trash to the Americans. I died laughing. My little Nigerian mother with her thick accent saying that someone is talking trash.

It's good to be home. Today the house was full of love and laughter. My cousin from Switzerland was in my bed when i got home this morning. Then this afternoon my sister invited a friend of hers who had two cute little boys. Oh they were so cute. And they filled the house with laughter and noise and shirks and banging and running around. And it was good. Then two other girls came over to the house this afternoon. The house was full and I love it. Coming home on the breaks always is good. Ori said it best, the house is going to be so quiet when everyone leaves. yeah it will be but that is ok. thanksgiving is coming and Christmas. And one day we will all start to have our own families and then the house will be too full. Naw there is no such thing.

Anyways just a few more days until the wee ones go back to college. Ubani and Uche are going back to school. Wow. I remember changing Uche's diaper... heck Ubani's too. And now they are grown responsible women taking over the world. Again it is good.

Well I am off to bed.