Okay, so we've been wanting Evie to talk more. Or, honestly, I have been wanting her to talk more. Everyone else seems pretty relaxed about it. So, I learned last week that she talks for her Dad. When he has a day off and stays home, lil Evie stays with him. And apparently on those days she uses her words quite regularly. "Juice," "milk," "more," "done," etc. are all heard frequently. She NEVER does that for me. The punk. Well apparently she also talked non-stop for her grandparents when she spent the night with them. The punk!
Anyways, this weekend Evie had her first overnight visit with my in-laws. For those who don't know, my in-laws live 90 minutes away in a mountain town. Right now they have over two-foot of snow on the ground and for awhile when planning this visit, we weren't sure it would happen due to the weather. But everything cleared up and my mother-in-law came down Saturday, along with my sister-in-law and the grandmother, for my baby shower. Afterwards, I packed Evie a bag so she could go back up the mountain with them. This is only the second time in her life that she has spent the night away from me while I stayed home. When I worked nights and my husband was working she did occasionally have to spend the night with her Mimi. But it wasn't like I was home without her. I was working. Plus she was only 15 minutes away. Not 90. If something happened and she needed something, if she were to be sick or whatever, I could get her and be home in less than half an hour. And I admit to having problems worrying about her and fretting at night when she wasn't home in her bed.
While I was packing Evie's bag I cried. No joke. Cried. I managed to hug her bye and maintain a smile for her. Then as they headed out the door I cried again. And cried as they packed up into the car. And cried when they left. Heck, I'm starting to get teary-eyed just remembering it! My husband sat next to me on the couch and hugged me. He told me if it was going to be that hard on me we could call them to bring her back. But no, Evie was excited to be going with her Nanny. And I told him I couldn't keep her home forever. Sometime I had to start letting her get out and do things. So I sat on the couch and cried for a little bit while my baby girl headed to her grandparents' house.
One of the reasons we had agreed to let the grandparents take her for the night was so my hubby and I could have one final date night before another baby arrived. We had big plans to go out and have dinner, watch a movie, maybe see what else we could get into. Instead, by the time I had cleaned up from the shower, I was exhausted and Josh admitted he was pretty tired as well. We didn't even leave the house. We ate some pizza and caught up on our Netflix queue and watched all the shows we had DVR'd. Ended up staying late just sitting on the couch talking. It was nice.
I managed to sleep in an hour the next day and finally dragged Josh out of bed around 11 a.m. because I couldn't stand how quiet the house was. On a normal day I'd have gotten up early and made breakfast while Evie whined about being hungry. Cleaned up after that and spent the rest of the morning chasing Evie around, playing with her, and trying to keep her from destroying the house. Instead, when I cleaned the house, it stayed clean. There was no one following behind me to pull out the stuffed animals I put up, or crawl on the bed I made, or splash water while I refilled the humidifiers. I emptied the dishwasher without my usual "help." Of course, it took half the time. But I still missed Evie holding up bowls and silverware for me to identify for her before she helped put it away. Once the chores were done I just sat on the couch. Feeling pretty useless. I mostly played my DS and watched Josh play PS3 and stalked my mother-in-law's Facebook page since she was regularly posting pics of Evie. I did manage to take a nap, which I haven't managed in months and was proud of.
Evie came home last night and now there are once more toys scattered all over, fingerprints on the window and some spilled juice on the ottoman. Life is as it should be. She had a fabulous time with her grandparents and made snow cream (ice cream made from snow) and went to church and just absolutely was a blast to be with. They raved about how smart she is (of course she is!) and how good she was. I was happy to hear that when they asked if she was ready to go home she grabbed her things and ran to the door waiting on them.
I'm proud of how well she and I both did. It gives me hope for our next big challenge coming up tomorrow: Day Care.
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