Thursday, January 08, 2009

Mother (and Father) and Child Reunion

As the stay-at-home parent, I'm sometimes jealous of the ecstatic reception Daddy often gets when he walks in the door at the end of the day. Two nights ago, I got to experience that reception, times about a hundred, when we came home from our week in Mexico.

Nutmeg was all dramatic interpretation, like she usually is these days. "Oh, Mommy! Daddy! I missed you so much!" Pebbles, on the other hand, felled me with her naked joy. She grinned, turning her head to look from one of us to the other, saying, "Mommy! Dad! Mommy! Dad!"

We didn't even bother getting out the presents we'd bought them in Mexico until the next day. There was too much hugging and sharing of stories to do.

We had a lovely time on our getaway, celebrating our lack of responsibility in our choice of activities. Epu was at first a little sad that we hadn't brought them. He kept pointing out families that did have little kids with them. So every time we kayaked, I reminded him that we couldn't have done this if we'd brought the kids. Also when we decided to hike a mile along a desert highway from one beach to another. And when we snorkeled with sea lions (I didn't think that was such a great idea, but then again the other option was snorkeling with whale sharks so in comparison it seemed pretty tame).

All those adventure outings were lovely, but perhaps the best part was sitting down at a restaurant when I was hungry and having people bring me food and whisk away the dirty plates. Also reading a book when I felt like it, lying in the sun doing nothing (when the sun was kind enough to grace us), and riding a bicycle for the first time in at least two years.

I had a few anxiety dreams about the kids after the first few days. My psyche was clearly alarmed at the unprecedented length of the separation, so I had to spend a few nights thinking I was trying to get Pebbles to her first day of preschool and living other such anxious scenarios.

The girls, on the other hand, seemed pretty content with their grandparents. They both added some words to their vocabularies, and Pebbles added some dance moves to her repertoire (she now does a step my dad calls "The Pony" and even moves her arms when she dances). Oh, and Pebbles is totally weaned now. Every night I rock and sing to her before bed, and then she goes to sleep. She had kind of a breakdown asking for "nana" in the middle of the afternoon yesterday, but when I told her nana was all gone, she asked for a cup and settled for a cuddle instead. So that's that.

So that's the news from Lake Woebegone. I'm feeling awesome at 14 weeks pregnant, our bed is way, way more comfortable than any bed in the otherwise fine nation of Mexico, and we are easing back into our routine. Maybe one of these days I'll even unpack and find places for the mountain of Christmas presents sitting in the dining room.


Kim Moldofsky said...

I can't wait for the full review!

Kori said...

Sounds dreamy. So glad you had a wonderful time. We missed you!

Sara said...

Sounds wonderful! We had a good time with the girls on New Year's Eve. :-)

Bert said...

Welcome back! The US of A is happy to have you back again!

babyboyg said...

Glad you had a great time. I think it's sweet that Epu wanted the girls along. When we are alone, we mostly remark about how quiet and easy it is...does that make us bad parents?!?