Mother and Child Reunion

My kids are back!  My kids are back!

Of course, they arrived at 3p, which was precisely when I was going upstairs to get dressed for work.  I didn’t get a lot of quality time with them, but I got to see them and hug them and snuggle them for a few minutes. 

It’s crazy how old they seem.  I’ve noticed that with Amelia…when she goes away for the weekend (usually to her grandparents’ house) she always comes back looking and acting older.  It’s like she’s a tiny little adult.  And now it’s both of them…my little man and my little lady.  And, holy cow, Z has a head full of blond hair (yeah, I don’t know how I ended up with a blond kid…Jason thinks I look like his nanny).

I secretly suspect that Z started walking while he was in FL and Jason’s parents didn’t have the heart to tell us.  When he finally walks for us, we’ll all rejoice and my in-laws will all laugh behind our backs. 

I can’t adaquately express how freakishly happy I am that they’re here.  I’ll admit, it was really nice to have a weekend to myself (one word….mojitos).  And it’s not like I sat around weeping because my kids weren’t with me.  It was just….boring.  No, seriously, what the hell did Jason & I do before we had kids?  Did we seriously lie around watching TV and reading on the deck?  Yeah, it sounds good now,  but to do it it everyday?  No, that DOES actually sound kind of cool.  But, trust me, once you’re amped up by parenthood (and parenthood DOES amp your brain up) it’s only acceptable for a few days.  Then you climb the walls.

 I can’t wait to get up tomorrow and find something fun to do with the kiddos.  I may even offer to bring them to storytime at the library (and that’s saying A LOT).  Maybe it’ll be nice weather and we can just hang out outside.  Rock on!


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