So George and I just went on a wonderful vacation, a babymoon, if you will. We slept in, layed on the beach, and ate ourselves silly at the wonderful restuarants. It was perfect. Uninterrupted time of just us. No pauses in our conversations to clean up anything foul or answer a question that had to be answered immediately like, "when I'm 12 can I. . . ?" And to our sheer delight, a bathroom at every turn mostly empty with someone waiting outside the door to give us a little squirt of hand sanitizer. By Friday, while sad to be leaving the beach we were ready to see our girls again. We had talked to them and knew they were in the capable hands of my mom so didn't really worry but we missed them as much as we knew they missed us, and that my dear friends is where we made a terrible mistake: assuming they had missed us and longed for our return.
When mom pulled up Christin had fallen asleep in the back seat. George picked her up and noted, happily, that she had wet herself on the way over as if to say, "welcome home". She was dead to the world, however, she woke up when George laid her on her bed and exclaimed in her most whiney, horrible voice, "I don't want to be here I want to go back to Nana's!" Lindsey, on the other hand seemed happy to see us, as long as mom was there. When she stood up to leave Lindsey began to cry and yell, "Nana, Nana!". She cried until George brought home french fries and then seemed to get over it. That is until Saturday night when she began throwing up. In her own way seeming to say, "fine you want me to be here with you? well, I'll show you some real fun in the form of projectile vomit all over me, you, and my car seat. I dare you to ever leave me again!"
In a few weeks I am going to Chicago to see Rebecca. I can't wait to see what I will be greeted with when I return!
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Once again, "Ah, parenthood!"
Love, Aunt Linda :-)
Don't worry. In another few months you'll have an infant again. And as along as you're breastfeeding, you'll be missed when you go away. Well, at least certain parts of you.
On the upside, it erases any guilt you may have felt for leaving your children for a long time. It's like they want you to take exotic vacations too. Sweet.
Grandma cried for an hour on the way home after we picked up your daddy and uncle Don after our first vacation from them. They did not want to leave grandma and grandpa (or their store where there we lots of candy and things.)
I just wanted to tell you, a couple of my friends have tickers from baby-gaga.com that are really neat. They're not as cute as the Lillypie one, but they show the baby's growth and update its progress like what's developing and such. Check it out :)
P.S. How's the name selection process coming?
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