My sister Kari, and her son Will, left for home today. I’m sure that she was ready to go home, after a week of PA life – vacation can be exhausting, especially when you have two toddlers and a newborn with you the entire time. I tried not to over do it, with all the touristy stuff, but we did have at least one thing planned for each day they were here – a tour of our new home town, swimming and a picnic at a state park, the Baltimore Aquarium (which included a train ride for Will), an afternoon at a local park and then a baseball game that night, Amish country, and finally, Hershey/Chocolate World.
They experienced The Rain. We had drizzles, steady pouring, and magnificent thunder and lightening. Luckily, we did have a decent amount of sunshine, but I think Kari now knows why Tom and I snort with laughter at the weatherman who declares this rain to be “much needed.” The kids fought, whined, and cried, but they were also incredibly adorable at times, playing together, hugging, laughing. Kari and I talked about serious stuff, trivial stuff, nothing and everything. It was really hard to say goodbye to them at the airport – I missed her instantly as I pulled away from the curb.
And then, I guess something in The Universe decided to throw a few distractions my way, so I wouldn’t feel so sad. They included, but were not limited to: horrible traffic, a screaming baby that caused my milk to let down, Ella joining in the screaming because “my boogers need to be sucked out!” which resulted in a pit-stop at Ikea to feed the baby, change diapers, feed the toddler, wipe the toddler’s nose 20 times, cruise through the children’s section, laugh and take picture of adorable toddler climbing into Ikea beds, drag screaming toddler out of children’s section once she was informed that she could not stay the night in previously mentioned Ikea beds, finding a $3 potty for screaming toddler, realize as I was checking out that the baby has leaked through her diaper and the baby-sling, onto my shirt, changing the baby on the seat of the Cherokee while pouring rain soaks my back, more horrible, horrendous traffic, 48 minutes of Screaming Baby that would not stop screaming even though I pulled over three times to stick her binky back in her mouth, a toddler who kept screaming to be heard over the baby, requesting the music be TURNED UP PLEASE!, and an eye-twitch that kept getting more pronounced each mile.
Once we got home I fed the baby, who then immediately puked and pooped. Ella, facinated with her new $3 potty, got Tom to help her get undressed, closed the door to the bathroom, and WENT! We did the potty dance, Tom put her to bed. I settled down to write, Sophie demanded to be held, and then pooped. Again. And now Tom is requesting help with his new ear-drops.
But I still miss her…