Something happens when Lori and Al and Austen come to visit. One moment I'm a relatively sane, competent adult, and the next minute I'm in the Whole Grocer with Austen on my hip, pointing to boxes of spaghetti/linguini/elbows and saying: "pasta!" over and over, until all of the store employees duct-tape my mouth shut.
Something happens when Austen sits in my lap to eat his dinner and I have to eat around him. It's very relaxing and satisfying, kind of like when Bonita sits in my lap, but with no cat hair in my food.
Something happens when I get to go on morning walks with Lori--I wish she lived here! :-)