Our friends’ range that was supposed to have been replaced was still broken, no oven, no stove, with the new one lost in the shipping mess out there somewhere. We cooked dinner here and brought it there and shared our kids (theirs had grown up with ours) and a marvelous Christmas meal together. I wouldn’t have missed that for anything.
Then off to our aunt’s house in the redwoods for dessert and so that that part of the family could see the kids–with our grandkids and their parents showing up there straight from the airport.
Maddy was sick but I got a grin out of her: I blew noisily on her hand or her foot in term, asking her which one she wanted next. She would say what to her was a word and hold one or the other out and she loved that she was communicating with me and getting to choose what I would do while she happily anticipated it. Bbbtttph!
I pointed to their daddy and said to Hudson, “That’s my little boy.”
He was surprised. In the clearest speech I’ve ever heard from him yet he asked, “He is? Really?!”
Thought I’d gotten that concept down with him previously but I guess not. We made up for it though.
And Parker was already taller than when we saw him almost two months ago.
And their cousin Emmie? She’s three, and I pointed out, That’s my little girl, and my little boy, and my little girl, and my little boy, since three of them were completely new to her. She too had to stop a moment to grok the concept, and she looked at me quizzically, so I said, “They got bigger. Did you ever get bigger?”
She has a baby brother and that was suddenly a question she decided not to answer and she twirled away and played with someone else as I grinned.
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