We’re visiting friends up in the mountains. They have an amazing home on a lake, two beautiful kids and we’ve not caught up in ages, so it’s been a great distraction from the 2WW.
Monkey has been in heaven since the moment we arrived. Their kids are nearly 2, a girl, and nearly 6, a boy. Monkey is such a social creature that having two kids to follow around and interact with has been life altering for him. I’m not sure what he’s going to do today when we leave.
He has followed the boy around admiring all his AMAZING skills. HE CAN RIDE A BIG WHEEL. Monkey’s jaw dropped at this spellbinding feat. The boy would ride up to Monkey and announce “I’m back!” and Monkey would run up and jabber at him while lovingly stroking the handlebars. The boy would then announce “leaving” and Monkey would watch him ride off with stars in his eyes.
But that was nothing like the admiration he showed once the boy got his bouncy ball out. A huge ball?! With a handle??! That you sit on!!?! AND BOUNCE!!?!!!
It was like he had discovered space travel.
The girl is very shy and Monkey has had to work hard to win her affection. Is usual charm didn’t seem to work. She is not impressed with his offer of a plastic toy. That he found in her toybox. Hugs only made her scream. Ah. Yes. Knock her down and pull her hair…. And even as I’m trying to tell him what a bad idea that is, she decides THAT is the move that wins her heart and starts following him back to the toy box.
After that they enjoyed each others company in that giddy way only the toddler set can. Like sitting in their high chairs. Side by side. Eating cheese and animal crackers. And screaming and shaking their heads side to side.
Wait. Animal Crackers. He has never experienced such a joy! DINOSAUR SHAPED CHICKEN NUGGETS?? omfg. What other simple joys of life have I kept from him?? Such an abusive mother.
And in the midst of it all I’m symptom watching and POAS every morning. Cramping? Could be implantation. Could be aunt flow. Slightly queezy. Could be PG. Could be progesterone. Tired. So sleepy tired. Could be progesterone. Could be PG. Could be my life in general. (although not so much any more with my thyroid under control). Life dampening constipation? God damned progesterone. Unholy thirst? What? Wait. I can’t find that as a side effect of progesterone. I did eat my weight in salty popcorn, but please, it wasn’t the first time.
And that’s when we saw it. The thin blue line.