Your people miss you too

Henry is at Grandma & Grandpa's house for a few days. They (my parents) live about an hour away- not close enough to see weekly, but close enough to see at least monthly, which is great. We had a football watching party to attend Saturday afternoon, so mom and dad agreed to come and babysit and then take a kid home with them. Good deal, eh?

Henry has stayed with them before, and of course he loves it- they indulge all his interests and he gets them all to himself- no sharing with the little brother.

So I told Henry a few days ahead of time that he would be going- I knew he would be excited, and also just wanted to prepare him. That may have been a mistake. Friday night he kept saying he wanted Grandma and Grandpa to come RIGHT NOW. Then he woke up Saturday morning and really started fixating on it- "They ARE here." (No, they won't be here for a couple more hours. Then they'll stay and watch football for awhile, THEN you get to go home with them.) It was a lot of waiting for the poor kid. Then every once in awhile he would get fed up and say "they ARE NOT coming to your house." It's really interesting when he does that, like he can't handle the excited feelings and just decides he doesn't want them to come after all, or he's just tired of waiting, so they missed their chance.

He also said a couple cute things about his glasses Saturday morning- he said "you want to throw them away" and "you want to take them back to the eye doctor." Both smart ideas, but sorry, you're stuck with them. He said those things but was pretty agreeable about leaving the glasses on. I guess he just thought he'd make a few suggestions and maybe I'd take him up on one of them.

When mom, dad and Henry pulled out of the driveway Saturday evening, he said "you miss your people."

It is hard not to eat him up, friends. He couldn't be any sweeter. (But I gotta say, it was nice to have one less kid this morning. I had time to drink some coffee.)