I was in Ohio for the better part of last week visiting my family. It’s only the second time Ryan has stepped foot in my home state and he was just six months old last time, so I knew it would be an adventure. Here’s what I learned this time around…
My kid likes to make tea:
Dude can rock pink water shoes:
And pink sunglasses:
And time and distance does not weaken the fact that two cousins in particular are quite smitten with each other:
I also learned that living far from family doesn’t get easier with time. I think it has actually gotten harder. I’m always sad to leave but usually once I’m back on desert ground, I feel at home and swing back into my routine with ease. It is different this time.
Ryan is old enough to really
fight for toys
play with his cousins. Being around older kids for six days had a big impact on him. Suddenly, he wants to run and jump (gasp
!) and say a slew of new words, some even accurately and unprompted.*
It’s one thing to choose to live far from family and deal with the fact that I miss them. It’s another thing to watch my son form bonds for six days and then yank him away again for another year.
And frankly, despite the fact that Ryan was about as good as a tired toddler on a four-hour flight can be, the travel is trying on my patience.**
So I suppose I’m in a bit of a post-vacation funk.
Good thing I have 900 million photos from the week to cheer me up, including this one:
*The unprompted thing is kind of a big deal. Being able to repeat “poopie” is funny, but to tell us he actually went poopie? Whole.New.Ballgame.
**Dearest United/Continental employees — No, my 20-month-old cannot sit in a middle seat with two strangers while his parents sit in two other random middle seats a few rows back. And you are not doing me a favor by “breaking all kinds of rules” to switch our seats so that one parent rides with him. You’re just doing your job.