I picked up Benjamin Friday night.
He saw the car pull up my Mom’s driveway and stood there in disbelief. Could it be, could it be Mommy’s car? When he spotted me behind the wheel, his little mouth dropped open and just stayed open … hanging there as he ran to me in a stoic force of energy that only a two-year-old can harness.
Big, deep hugs and lots of laughing and kisses ever since. It’s been a phenomenol weekend. And he hasn’t thrown a tantrum once. Not once. Oh, and that talking thing – you know when they say the babbles suddenly turn into sentences? It’s happening. Awesome by the way – when your little human starts spouting thoughts. Can’t wait to find out what’s in his little head …
And I’m thinking visits to Grandma’s more often might not be such a bad idea.