One-child weekend

We had a one-child weekend for the first time this summer.  Eirinn went with my parents to their trailer on Friday night and came back Sunday afternoon.  

Avery loved it.  Not that she doesn’t adore Eirinn; she called for her several times over the weekend, to no avail.  She idolizes her sister, even if her methods of displaying her admiration include following her around, stalker-style, biting Eirinn’s legs, and stealing her toys, right out of her hands.  It’s misguided, yes, but no less loving, in her mind.  However, when she was the only (present) child for two straight days, she kind of liked it.  She was a happy baby, with no one to fight with (even though she usually starts the fights), or to compete for our attention with, she was content, calm, and playful. 

I heard tell that Eirinn wasn’t too sad about being the only child, either.  Apparently, as they were leaving, she was asked if she was excited to go to the trailer by herself. 

“Yeah, with no freaking baby.” 

“What!?!  What do you mean by that, missy?” 

“You know, Avery won’t be freaking out.” 

Phewph.  Parent Fail averted. 

It was quiet at home.  When Avery napped, I caught up on my shows, which star real live people.  I read a grown up book with chapters and everything.  We ate a dinner that Eirinn was sure to disapprove of.  We only needed one shopping cart at the grocery store. 

But…it was quiet at home.  No cheerful, little squeak voice telling us that she loves everyone.  No one to show us their dance moves.  No one to eat bacon sandwiches with Daddy. 

The half-break was nice, and Eirinn certainly enjoyed it.  She did everything there is to do at the trailer, twice.  And this was important because it was probably the last time she’ll get to go by herself.  The season is nearing an end for this year, and by next year Avery will be old enough to ask to go, too. 

It’s important to have breaks, to do things separately, for the kids to bond with the other adults significant in their lives.  But I like my girls at home, in their own beds, where I can see them, know where they are, what they’re doing.  It’s important for them to create their own memories, but I sure do miss them while they’re away.


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