Last week we returned from 8 days away from the kids. It was refreshing and relaxing, but I think all we really needed was 7 days. We spent the last 24 hours anxious to get home.
Like, please, take me away from this enchanting land of wine and conversations at dinner that do not involve the phrase “please don’t lick the salt shaker” back to the pack of wolverines that expect us to feed them 10 times a day. 7 days was bliss. 8 days was torture.
Because parenthood does things like that to your brain.
And then, as I feared, I returned to find my baby had disappeared, replaced by a toddler with longer hair and more words.
I’ve spent the last few days rocking him to sleep for naps, and filling my camera roll full of grainy pictures taken by balancing an iPhone on my forehead.
So that’s normal and healthy, right?
Then I made the sweetest video just for my Facebook page yesterday, and cried. WHY U GROW SO FAST?
(But seriously, the video. Holy sweet ball of cute. It’s here if you want to see it.)