I moved to New York with three important weekends on my calendar: April 27-28 weekend class; May 11-12 Chad & Lora visit and May 26-27 babysit niece and nephew.
I’d been looking forward to my niece and nephew and thinking about the fun things we’d do together. That weekend finally came.
The day after I got back to New York, I saw a text from my sister. “Adam woke up crying for you last night. He kept saying we needed to get in the car and go see you. When he got up this morning, he asked if you were downstairs.”
What a little sweetheart! I missed him just as much. And it broke my heart to think he woke up disappointed and confused. At not-even-3-years-old, it’s hard to understand where someone went and why. I realized next time I see him he will be 3, so here are some memories from the weekend.
The kids were playing in the backyard pool. Bella declared the pool a dance floor, so I got in with them and showed them my best moves. We had a blast shaking our things.
They were getting restless in the backseat of the car, so I started singing, “If you’re happy and you know it … .” They both joined in enthusiastically. We sang “Itsy Bitsy Spider,” the ABCs and “Twinkle Twinkle” before Adam started singing “Happy Birthday.” We did a couple rounds of that as well.
Isabella was laying on the floor in a nearly empty room, so I laid next to her. Adam saw and took a spot on the other side of me. We lay side by side, all making snow angels.
I took the kids to Chuck E. Cheese for games and pizza. Adam fell asleep on the drive there. I lifted him out of his car seat, expecting him to wake up, but instead he rested his head on my shoulder and continued sleeping heavily cuddled up next to me.
Isabella and I woke up early one morning. She’s not supposed to get up until her clock says “eight, oh, oh,” but I let her break the rules. We crept downstairs and made waffles together. I did the measuring. She did the dumping in and stirring. She also excelled at the eating.
Isabella and I were sitting on the couch, looking at a book when she started telling me about her dream of moving to Minnesota. I knew she loved Minnesota, but it was fun to hear her grownup plans. She also told me she wants to work at the grocery store when she gets big.
My sister got Adam up one morning while I was in the kitchen with Isabella. As he was coming down the stairs, he was calling out, “Can-nis, I coming!” Before he rounded the corner into the kitchen, I squatted down to Adam level and held out my arms. He saw me and came running in for a hug.
I’m one lucky auntie.