Tucked in Bed

Timothy and I had a lovely time this weekend. I was very surprised by my present--a new cd player for the van. I've wanted one forever, but you know how priority lists go. Timothy installed it Saturday morning so the rest of the weekend Timothy and I fussed at each other over what to listen to. That night we went to a fancy shmancy restaurant and the food was SO GOOD. The stuffed mushrooms--ahh, they are a high point in my life memories. Then I made Timothy watch So I Married an Ax Murderer so that he'd understand when people meet our baby and say, "Harriet, sweet Harriet." He pretended not to like it, but he sure laughed every time the dad yelled, "Head!" Anyway, I hadn't seen it since high school or around there, but it was much like I remembered.

I have to admit, by Saturday night I was ready for my children to be home. It was even worse at church without them. What are you supposed to do with yourself at church without a 2 year old crawling in and out of your lap and abusing your already squashed bladder? I found it hard to concentrate with no distractions.

Let's just say, I was more excited to see my kids then they were to see me. Emeline saw me walk in and said, "I'm eating." Of course, she squealed for joy when she saw her dad. Eli took one look at me, yelled, "Grandma!" and raced for my mother. Cowen said, "I want to stay here." Only Miriam came and gave me a hug. She gave me lots of hugs, actually.

I can't really blame Cowen. Dad took him mice hunting twice and they caught several mice. How can a mother compete with that??? She can't. With Cowen, Grandpa wins hands-down every time. I have no horses. I have no pooper-scooper. I have no interesting chores for him to do. And I have never gone mouse hunting. Nor do I plan on trying it in the future.

Emeline, also predictable. She's such a daddy's girl.

Eli, though. That did give me a pang. It's okay. We call my mom the "baby whisperer" for a reason. And Eli did like her during the first year and a half of his life when he only wanted me and screamed when anyone else tried to hold him. I guess he's forgiven for being a traitor. I guess.

Despite the offspring's general lack of enthusiasm over their return home--I feel very, very happy knowing my children are tucked in their beds, here with me.

Thanks again Lindsay, Sterling, Mom and Dad. You guys are the best!!