This past weekend was a strange one. You and your brothers spent several days in Hatteras with Honey and Pop Pop, without Mommy & Daddy. This is by far the longest stretch of time I have ever been without my kids. And I decided I don't like. A day or two I can handle. But I went 5 days without seeing you. And Cameron and Jackson are still in Hatteras and it will be a whole 8 days before I see them.
I got to talk to you on the phone every day. You were in absolute heaven at "the beach house" and when I asked if you wanted to come home to Mommy, you would always respond, "No, I wanna stay at the beach house!" I knew you were going to be upset about coming home, and I didn't blame you. I would love to live at the beach house everyday, too.
But, I was so excited for you to come home. Your daddy went down to Hatteras to pick you up and bring you home. That night, I waited impatiently, checking out the window every few minutes for Daddy's truck to pull into the driveway. I have to admit, I was very disappointed with our reunion. It didn't go quite as I had imagined it. To say you weren't happy to see me might be a little bit of an understatement. Not only would you not let Daddy put you down, you wouldn't let me hold you at all. You cried if I even tried to take you out of Daddy's arms. After a little while, I persuaded you out of his lap by offering to paint your fingernails. But as soon as he made a move to leave the room, you flipped out and ran after him crying, "I want my Daddy!" Totally out of character for you, especially in my presence. When I asked you if you wanted to sleep with Mommy in "Mommy's bed" that night, you vehemently responded, "No! I sleep with Daddy in Daddy's bed!" None of my kids have ever referred to our bed as "daddy's bed". Daddy, of course, was quite amused by all of this and totally eating up the attention from you.
Eventually, I won you over playing kitchen and by the end of the night, things had returned to normal. You even followed me to the bathroom a few times, and I wasn't at all annoyed by the lack of privacy (for now). When it was time to go to bed, you asked (as is your routine), "you lay down with me? in mommy's bed?" But of course!
Yesterday, we had our carpets cleaned, so when we came home, we spent the first half of the night putting all the furniture back. We didn't make it to your room, and your bed was covered in toys, your toy box and LOTS of babies. So, last night, when it was time to go to bed, I told you you had to sleep in mommy's bed. "Will you lay down wish me?" You asked. "Not right now. Mommy and Daddy are going to watch t.v." I put you in my bed, left the door open at your request. One thing we've noticed is that you have become very comfortable in your own bed. Unlike your big brothers, you actually prefer it over my bed. The only time you'll stay in my bed is if I'm in it with you. But at that time, I didn't feel like cleaning off your bed, so I put you in mine, hoping you'd stay.
A few minutes after I had returned downstairs, we heard some noises upstairs, and then a lot of banging. Your daddy looked at me, and I knew exactly what was going on. You were cleaning off your bed so you could sleep in it. He went upstairs to help get the rest of the stuff off of it, and you told him, "I don't wanna sleep in mommy's bed." In your bed you went, and that was the end of it. Back to our old routine.
My name is Kaci. I am a working mom of 3. Wife to Josh. Mom to Jackson, Cameron & Isabella. My life is dinner, homework, baseball, basketball, grocery lists, laundry, wine, video games, and bath time. I started this blog because I am passionate about photography and journaling, and because I wanted a place to write it all down, to rememeber little details so easily forgotten in the mad rush that is the life of a family of 5. Through my photos and words, I endeavor to capture our story.