Wow, its the middle of January already. Where has the time gone?
Seriously, where HAS the time gone? One minute I'm in an airport in Middle America picking at lint on my Snuggle fresh sweater and next thing I know its 16 days into the new year, I'm suffering from sleep depravation and the entire house smells of diapers and left over formula.
Ah, the heady aroma of babies! (gag!)
Yesterday I stood in line to buy a can of formula. I haven't bought formula in almost 13 years. I glanced at the nutrition label but it doesn't matter to me. We have been trained to buy and feed our babies what others say we should. Almost $14 later I read that the can of powder doesn't even make a full gallon of formula. Just for shits and giggles I worked out the cost per ounce. Enfamil with Lipil runs $19.06 a gallon. Amazing!
Kim and the boys will be moving into an apartment on Friday. Its just a mile down the way, on the other side of the park. Its close enough for us to be able to drop in and help out any time she needs us yet far enough away to give her some space from our potentially suffocating presence. They're not even gone yet and I miss them already.
Except in the darkest hours of the earliest minutes of the morning. I don't miss them then, I won't miss them then. I'm not sure why but for some reason the little guys have decided that they should be up and screaming at 0'dark hundred every morning. Nope, I won't miss that at all.
But everything else, the smiles, the hugs, the slobbery kisses, pretending that I'm seeing Mater being chased by the Ghost Lights in Cars for the first time... for the 200th time in a row... Hearing new words being learned and spoken for the first time, seeing walks across the floor getting longer and farther before the fall, yeah, I'll miss all that.
And the looks on all 3 little faces when they see me after the end of my work day, the look of delight that 'Maa-Maw' is home.
*Note: Sarcasm is lost on babies. When I said 'Oh yay, you waited for me to get home to make a stinkie', I was being facetious. They took me literally. It has now become sort of a crude form of baby greeting... Maa Maw's home, Yay! (poop!) And in triplicate! Gonna have to start feeding those little guys flowers so their poop don't stink so bad!
Has having the Grand Oompas around been what I had expected and hoped?
Oh yes, and then some! I only wish Gabe was here as well. That would make it perfect. Only 12 more months.