…are back at home in the nest. It feels good. My mom and dad schooled my oldest daughter for a week and a half before Thanksgiving, only to take my 4 y/o back with them after Thanksgiving for another week and a half. I know they had a great time. There is nothing like making gingerbread cookies with Grandma and eating ice cream with Grandpa (every day at 3 o’clock, thank you very much).
I think my son enjoyed the shifted balance of feminine power in the house, although we girls still tipped the scale. Poor little guy. He’ll make a great husband someday, although he doesn’t know that yet.
But I’m glad we’re all together again. I won’t feel like I left someone behind at WalMart anymore. Yet it’s more than that.
When I’m out with all four, I get the “You sure got your hands full” comment all of the time. If it has been a particularly trying day, I’d almost have to agree. But when my hands were a little less full for three weeks, my heart was too.