It only took a week...

Well I'm awake.  It's 5am.  Jet lag.  So, when they came home last night, Elena jumped into my arms, but Michael--MICHAEL!  He was unsure about me!  It only took a week, and he doesn't recognize his own mother.  In the corner of my eye, I watched him observe me, but when I turned to face him, he looked away.  Dan was milking that for all it was worth as Michael clung to him. Dan was loving it-- the punk.  I'll let him enjoy that for however long that lasts.  I quit my job for this kid? hehehhehe. oh love hurts.