Glad to be back

My wonderful babies,

We’ve just returned from eight days away, and the last four increased in torture with each sunrise. As much as I loved being away, I wanted so badly to be with you. Many quiet moments were filled with the whispering of your father and me, wondering what you were doing at that exact moment, talking about how proud we were of you, and would we wake you up when we arrived home late at night.

We did not wake you up, but did creep into your room to gently pat your backs and run our fingers through your hair (it seems like it has grown so much in the past week!). We collapsed exhausted into bed, as our trip home took so much longer than anticipated.

We awoke to your giggles and quiet talking, much earlier than we had hoped, but you actually “slept in,” due to daylight savings time. Much like children on Christmas morning, we crept down the hall to your room and peered in the door. In return for our ear-to-ear grins, we received blank stared from each of your cribs. You, My Girl, looked nonplussed and slightly confused as to who we were and why we were there. What happened to Grandma and Grandpa? Your brother, on the other hand, was plain scared of us. I truly think he didn’t know who we were. Your daddy and I were a bit disappointed, but we knew that in a few hours, you would come around. And you did, once you saw your grandparents, and all was well.

Eight short days translates into a whole lotta baby time. MyBoy, you’ve learned to climb the stairs, and with prompting, will attempt the entire staircase. You have officially begun to crawl, although you still favor your army-style belly crawl. It was wild to see you move about on alternating hands and knees. MyGirl, you are cruising around the furniture with speed and grace, and it seems that grandma taught you how to wake.

You both seem so much bigger, and I have to remind myself that you are ten and a half months old … it doesn’t seem possible! You smiles are wider, your vocabularies, which previously included “ba-ba” and “da-da” have grown to include a wide variety of unintelligible syllables. You’ve acquired a few bad habits with the grandparents, my favorite being the spitting of food on the lucky soul who is feeding you. My least favorite are the bloodcurdling screams and thrashing about that occurs every time I try to change your diaper. But we’ve learned to do it standing up, now.

Dad and I loved having an adult vacation, eating out extravagantly almost every night, and enjoying wine with lunch. We tried to sleep in, but found ourselves awake every morning and your appointed wake-up time. We loved chatting with friends, exploring our surroundings, and catching up on our reading.

We talked about you much more than we said we would, and we certainly thought about you more than we imagined we would. We are still a special couple, your father and I, and we have a wonderful relationship, between just the two of us. But now you two are in our lives, and when we’re away, it seems incomplete.

But fear not, we will do it again, and we will love coming home to you even more. How is that possible?

Much love,
Momma

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I guess my reward was not tempting enough to garner many responses, but what did you expect, a trip to St. Barths or something????

Seriously, loved it beyond what my words can describe. A tiny, French island that seems a cross between European country village, Caribbean island, and jet-set yacht club. And the food … oh, the food….