A Bitter Sweet Retreat

its that time of year again. family flies in from wyoming and cousins reunite as if never skipping a beat.

a reunion of smiles that stretch from ear to ear, bear hugs that hurt, and chitter chattering a mile a minute.

the kids live for this occasion.

they call themselves the pibby team. i think that originated one year when they were drinking mr. pibb all at the same time.

all this not only means lots of happy times for the kids but also that they will be leaving me for a few nights here and there throughout the next two weeks. a tradition i dont see myself ever getting used to. its where all the kids stick together at grandma and grandads for an overabundance of buffoonery and spoiling.

straight up pibby team unleashed!

im not used to being without my kids, and summer is always good for stealing them away from me.

boo on summertime. boo i said. booooo.

but i have to let them go. when they look up at you with those bright smiling eyes for your approval, you know the healthiest thing you can do for them is let them go.

thursday stole nev, and friday stole both nev and denver.

this was denvers first time staying overnight anywhere with the exception of the 2 nights he stayed with his grandparents when i had london.

it was the most lonesome night i have ever spent since having kids. i found myself squeezing london in beside me just a tad bit tighter last night. i think she needed that as much as i did though. at least i still had one baby to nestle, so the night wasnt all that bad i guess.

supposedly denver made it through the evening without a word about his mama.

i was even told he went to bed without his pacifier or milk. it might be just me, but i think they're putting me on;)

well regardless, we picked them up today and besides the evidence of a 24 hour growth spurt and red cheeks he seemed to make out okay.

their cousins will be back in town again tomorrow night and i think i even heard mention of another all nighter.
oh dear.
i foresee more long and lonely nights headed straight my way.

There are no seven wonders of the world in the eyes of a child.  There are seven million.  ~Walt Streightiff