The-departure-that-shall-not-be-mentioned has happened. It shall not be mentioned because I'd rather not start up the waterworks again. There were enough tears this morning at 7am as I sat on the bottom step, baby in arms, back patting toddler at my side, crying my ever-loving eyes out as they drove on down the road. It was a similar scene to the one 17 months ago, when I sat on the same step with the same heart ache and same sad tears with a newborn Mister A in my arms as we watched the Super Shuttle pull away toward the airport with Grandma inside. But today, with J away (on his way home from a wedding in Dallas), a baby fussing to be fed, and a 17 month old growing more concerned with each tear I cried, the mourning period was a very short one. On the outside at least.
So much for that non-mention. ::choking sobs::
Anyway, we made the most of Grandma and Grandpa's last days here with fun activities that are already very special memories.
Grandma introduced A to Legos:
...and then to the playground, where Anderson played music:
...and flirted with girls:
...and ate rocks while looking hilariously mischievous.
So with that, we're on our own, just the four of us, sink or swim. If you don't hear from me for a week or two, assume I've been eaten alive by the babies. Send help.
To Binky Boy, my baby brother Michael: HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Welcome to your 20s. Can't wait to hear all about Dublin!
To Nicole and Chantry, who asked about the adorable pom-pom hat on Miss V: it belongs to the photographer. I emailed her to find out where she got it, and I'll let you know. Thanks for your sweet comments and encouragement!