Today started out with a bang, a zip, and the revving of an engine.We packed up everything that wasn't nailed down. This book, pack it. That pile of hair bands, stick them there. This box of fruit snacks, shove them under that. Our van, my mom's fancy pretty sparkly car, and their expedition were all looking like fish with their bellies full of worms. It was sick.
Grandpa led the way, followed by my mom and the girls, and we (Alex, Trent, and myself) trailed behind. Alex wanted to chat about Trent, who was now sleeping, and his odd obsession with me. My desperate effort in explaining the attachment phases babies/toddlers go through nearly brought me to tears. It led to something about how he used to revolve around me too, and that sometime soon, Trent will grow up just like him . . . and will be over me.
Maybe I explained too much? Maybe the tears were a bit over the top? Either way, he went back to glancing out the window with the 'my mama is insane' look on his face for the remainder of our drive.
After arriving and unloading we ate some lunch and made our plans. Grandma and big kids-pool. Grandpa-whatever grandpas do. Me (and my teensy sidekick)--Walmart.
Once the Walmart goodies were unloaded we regrouped and spent a bit of time around the pool. The sun quit hiding and poured over us while we gossiped about our deep Michael Jackson/gossipy thoughts. Holy smokes i'm bummed I missed his memorial.
Upon our return home, showers, hamburgers, and jammies were applied to the kids. They laid down with some books to read and soon their eyelids got droopier than they realized they each sunk into snores.
Dave happened to get a new i-phone today so he called me after bedtime just to use it. The excitement was written all over his voice. We talked for nearly a half hour about . . . something. Something important? All that matters is that the phone was broken in and now knows me. That phone and Dave have something together, what, i'm not sure. But it's pretty much a given that Dave let it sleep in our bed last night. Ahhh, techy romance.
As I was sneaking a bedtime cookie or twelve my dad and I chatted. He has the best stories, memories, and stuff. You know, stuff. He knows it. It was a secret treasure to get a moment with him.
And then, this post, and zzzzz .. ..
