Tough Weekend

Sean and his family left on Friday.  I couldn't believe how fast time flew by.  I don't know how moms do what they do and still keep up with blogs.  If I had time, it was to go to sleep.  The computer was the last thing on my mind.  Even though there were times, when I thought I should be jotting down all the things that were going on in this family. Hopefully, I will remember them.  The weather, family occasions, and food stick out in my mind.

Little milestones were reached.  Liam grew longer and heavier. His appetite grew from 2 oz to 6 oz by the time he left.  Zoe's changes were more internal and I got to see more of her personality.

This is what he look liked at the beginning of August.

Zoe on August 9.

Zoe adores her brother and kissed him often.  She knew how to use the word "No".  Zoe also refused to say the word "please".  It was like she thought it was only for the little people and not for a princess.     We are working on this!

This is them in September. Small changes.

I am so happy to have been a part of this time in their lives.  They have my heart.

These little rascals knocked me out at night.  I dragged to work on weekday mornings.  I couldn't wait for the weekend where I didn't have to rush out the door. I relished staying home and helping with the babies.  I enjoyed being home and be surrounded by happy noise.  Greeting the mornings with the little ones. 

I guess it had to end sometime.  It was quiet coming home from the airport.  The was no little voice humming a little ditty or asking for something to eat.

When we got home, there were no sounds of little pitter pats on the hardwood floors.  I had purposely  savored those sounds that morning.  I knew they would be the last time I would hear them from Zoe for awhile. 

Bill and I decided to go on a sugar bender.  Nothing cures heartache than sugar.  And sugar is what we had! We stopped off at Dunkin Donuts got a dozen donuts and our ice coffees.  We then went to the local corner store and got Swedish fish and ice cream.   We sat down on the couch and watched a mini marathon of Rescue Me.  It helped.

I do miss them.  There is no one waiting for me at home.  Well, there is Lando.  His kisses are messy instead of air kisses.  He barks instead of coos.   He wags his tail or what can be called a tail instead of saying hi like Zoe. 

My faithful friend.  Lando bided his time, while I doted on the grandkids.  Lando is my comfort to an achy heart.  I know he is not going anywhere.  He is a good boy.

Empty Nester Abbie (again)