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Home Again

We arrived back in town on Sunday evening from our babymoon and stopped at three different houses to pick up the kids.

At house #1, we picked up Avery. The babysitter warned us that she hadn't slept much and that she had been waffling between crying and giggling all day. We got into the car and it was apparent that she hadn't slept much.

"So, did you have fun, Avery?"
"Um, yeah, and it was kind of fun."
"What did you do?"
Zzzzzzzzzz.
"Are you sleeping?"
(Giggle)
"Avery's sleeping, honey. Let's go to McDonald's."
"I want to go to McDonald's, Mom!"
"Oh, you're awake?"
"Yeah..."
"Did you miss Tucker when you were at Gwen's house?"
"Yeah, but then I saw him at church and I hugged him."

How sweet is that?

"Hey, Mom. Did you know that if you have more powers, then you can help the animals out of their cage?"
"Who told you that?"
"Michael. And God has more power than kings."
"What else did you learn this weekend?"
Zzzzzzz.
"You're sleeping again?"
(Giggle.)

"Hey, Mom! What did you do up north?"
"Oh, we went to our cabin and then went to Tay and Jojo's wedding."
"But I wanted to go to their wedding!"
"Well, uh, they got married far away and we couldn't bring you with."
(Silence.)

I looked back in the mirror and saw her looking out the window.

"Are you mad at me?"
(Silence.)
"Avery?"
"What?"
"Are you mad?"
(Silence.)

Apparently.

We got to house #2 and retrieved Tucker. He really didn't want to come home with us. He was surrounded by hundreds of trains and train tracks all weekend and had already found new parents. He told me that my brother-in-law was his dad. But once he tripped and fell off the front step, he changed his mind. He decided to come home with us after all.

We arrived at house #3 to get Piper and expected her to bolt towards us with arms out. No such luck. She stood in the kitchen, munching on her cookie and hardly even gave us a second glance. Hello? We've been gone for 72 hours and I don't even get a hug?

There's nothing better than coming home from vacation. That is, after four suitcases are unpacked, the car is cleaned out, three kids and two adults are fed, pajamas are put on, teeth are brushed, meltdowns over lost items are over and the kids are sleeping soundly in their beds.

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