Ian and I went on a weekend trip to New York City one weekend last fall. More on that here. We went partly for Ian's birthday (he turned 31!) partly to get away for a weekend, and partly to hang out with our friend who lives there.
Now, usually, when people leave their kids they have some anxiety, worry about them, and miss them.
I will be the first to tell you that I am not one of those people.
That's not to say that I am not excited to see them when I come back, but I feel like so many other people, who are more experienced in the marriage department, say that getting away as a couple is one of the best things you can do for your marriage and for your own mental health, so I fully embrace that idea.
Time to leave? Kiss and a hug and "I will see you later!"
Screen door is still flapping on its hinges and I am gone. GONE.
Anyways, back to the Pegasus, because I am sure you are waiting for that to come up again.
My in laws were gracious enough to fly up and take care of our kids while we were gone, which made leaving them easy to do. I knew they would get in loads of craft time, go do something fun out of the house, and probably finagle a new toy out of the deal so entertainment would not be in short supply.
We returned home in the middle of nap time to find my mother in law sitting on the couch looking rather sheepish. There was a pile of toy packaging on the floor in the family room but I sort of expected that. She showed me what Sophia chose (a singing bird,) and Luke (a second little people farm, because the new one had different sounds, which our original one did not.)
There wasn’t any packaging for Grace’s toy, and my mother in law started explaining. She said Grace fell in love with it, and they had tried to convince her to choose another toy. She said she knew we were tight on space (our place is great but not well laid out and not very big.)
And then she said “You are just going to have to go and see it.”
I nervously walked upstairs and found this:
Now, I’m a pretty practical person. I’m also one who has pretty strict limits on stuffed animals. (The dust! The impracticality of getting them clean! The space they take up! How little they are used!)
So imagine my surprise when I walked into the girls’ room and found a giant stuffed Pegasus that was BIGGER THAN GRACE HERSELF!
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. On the one hand, Grace loved it. She would cuddle with it, read on it, drag it around the house and play flying Pegasus. On the other hand, it takes up half of her bed!
It's been four months and "Uni," as her Pegasus is called, still resides there. I've told Grace that the minute it hasn't been used regularly it is out of here, but I have a feeling that won't happen anytime soon. Eventually Grace will get bigger and need more room in her twin bed, right?
Now, usually, when people leave their kids they have some anxiety, worry about them, and miss them.
I will be the first to tell you that I am not one of those people.
That's not to say that I am not excited to see them when I come back, but I feel like so many other people, who are more experienced in the marriage department, say that getting away as a couple is one of the best things you can do for your marriage and for your own mental health, so I fully embrace that idea.
Time to leave? Kiss and a hug and "I will see you later!"
Screen door is still flapping on its hinges and I am gone. GONE.
Anyways, back to the Pegasus, because I am sure you are waiting for that to come up again.
My in laws were gracious enough to fly up and take care of our kids while we were gone, which made leaving them easy to do. I knew they would get in loads of craft time, go do something fun out of the house, and probably finagle a new toy out of the deal so entertainment would not be in short supply.
We returned home in the middle of nap time to find my mother in law sitting on the couch looking rather sheepish. There was a pile of toy packaging on the floor in the family room but I sort of expected that. She showed me what Sophia chose (a singing bird,) and Luke (a second little people farm, because the new one had different sounds, which our original one did not.)
There wasn’t any packaging for Grace’s toy, and my mother in law started explaining. She said Grace fell in love with it, and they had tried to convince her to choose another toy. She said she knew we were tight on space (our place is great but not well laid out and not very big.)
And then she said “You are just going to have to go and see it.”
I nervously walked upstairs and found this:
Now, I’m a pretty practical person. I’m also one who has pretty strict limits on stuffed animals. (The dust! The impracticality of getting them clean! The space they take up! How little they are used!)
So imagine my surprise when I walked into the girls’ room and found a giant stuffed Pegasus that was BIGGER THAN GRACE HERSELF!
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. On the one hand, Grace loved it. She would cuddle with it, read on it, drag it around the house and play flying Pegasus. On the other hand, it takes up half of her bed!
It's been four months and "Uni," as her Pegasus is called, still resides there. I've told Grace that the minute it hasn't been used regularly it is out of here, but I have a feeling that won't happen anytime soon. Eventually Grace will get bigger and need more room in her twin bed, right?
1 comment:
So funny. Both of my kids LOVE stuffed animals and they are some of the most played with toys in our home. They both love soft texture and just hug and snuggle with them all the time. I'm like you...total waste of space but we have a million of them and getting G to donate any is like pulling teeth.
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