It wasn't that long ago when my kids used to clutch onto my legs and scream bloody murder if I even thought about leaving the house without them. Those were not fun days for anyone.
The good news is that they're definitely over that stage.
This is my weekend to work both Saturday and Sunday, so Grammy and Pappy came over today to watch the boys today while Josh was at class. Buster is always the first to notice when they arrive, because his whole body starts wagging in anticipation of his favorite person ever (which would be Pappy). He wasn't so excited about Cousin Louie, who also comes, but it's a package deal so he settles.
Connor sees Buster get excited, and then he knows what's going on. So he's running around screaming "Pappy's here! Pappy's here!" and hiding under the pool table. And odd combination, I know, but hiding is guaranteed to get a response that he likes, the undivided kind of attention of someone chasing after just him.
The twins just kind of go with it these days. They're neither excited nor unhappy when other people come over. They look, see who's here and often try to get the visitors to do something they want. For Sawyer, he usually pulls you the pantry in hopes of a sucker. Today I think he was too busy playing on the couch and watching The Bee Movie to notice at all. Xander often wants to climb on something and have you "jump" him down. Today he immediately came running over and climbed on top of the pool table.
As I'm starting to get my things ready to go and going over any last minute notes for Pappy about what the boys might need or want for the day, Connor is actually tugging on my hand and dragging me to the door. This is a little bit of a first.
"You need to go now, Mommy," he says to me. "It's time for you to go!"
He's right, of course, in that I do need to leave so I can make it to work on time. But still. Does he have to push me out the door? He usually wants me to stay, or to hurry back. Not today.
And to add insult to injury, Xander joins in. He doesn't push or tug, but he pauses in his quest of climbing the stairs and having Pappy "jump" him down long enough to wave and say, "Bye-bye, see you later!"
So it was time to go.
Connor did walk me to the door and offer a hug and a kiss. And then he did try to make it a little better. "Come back soon, okay?" he prompted. "You go to work until 8:32, okay? Then you come home." (He's been fascinated with time lately, so he often throws out very precise and very random numbers. His favorite is usually 1:42, but for some reason I got 8:32 this afternoon).
And then he shut the door, ready for his adventures with Pappy and Grammy.
