Speaking of flies, one of my best memories of this trip (we drove home yesterday) happened when I grabbed the fly swatters, and I handed little B one of then, since I do a chore, he want to participate. They have a kitchen island counter/sink arrangement, I started circling it, partly crouched, like all good hunters on the prowl do, I smacked one and another, then making a turn I glanced back to little B, and it was like in the cartoons. He’s in the exact crouched stance I am, stepping ever so gingerly. I know, I know, big deal, it’s what kids do they, monkey see - monkey do, and all that. But when it’s a little fella, that’s already stolen your heart, it’s just the coolest in the world and it’ll leave a memory trace to my final days. It really was like a scene out of a comedy.
Speaking of copy catting. This trip was a sad one, couple days of day care while parents flew back east, but most the trip was spent helping pack. They are moving to back east to chase a good job. Ouch, but it’s the way of the world. I figure I deserve to feel the pain, considering what a goes around, comes around thing. My mom only met her granddaughters a few times, and missed them dearly. Now it’ll be my turn.
But all that melancholy stuff is just a build up to this.
This happened towards the end of a long day of packing, and the house starting to attain that naked look, while the little guy’s playing around in the background. Then late afternoon, totally unbidded, he starts packing a bunch of his toys, no encouragement, or interaction, from us. Then he’s done loading up that box and pushes it across a couple rooms to park it in front of the front door. Then for the coup de grâce, he gets his vacuum and squeezes it onto the box. Can’t leave home without it.
It’s beautiful, funny and a bit of a tear jerker most every time I look at it.
On the bright side, Maddy dog is happy we are home and has been keeping a close eye on me everywhere I go.