It was incredibly bizarre walking through their back door, because it was immediately like I had not left. Bizarre in a good way, though. I just went back to coloring with the kids while trying to converse with their parents. Good times. Notable differences: Hannah can read, and Seth can talk, albeit in a language I cannot quite understand.
We went to dinner at a new Thai restaurant in town, which was super awesome delicious. And they had a little counter of Thai foods that you could buy, including some kind of sauce that was labeled "Maggi"! That is used in Senegal! How fun.
We didn't get home (aww, lookit me, calling their house my home) until 7:00, so the kids hurriedly changed into swimsuits and then played in their new pool. It was fun to see the kids get used to me again, to go from "Ummm, Tricia's here!" to "Tricia, hold my hands every single time I go down this slide."
Then they went inside, and all five of us crammed into the bathroom for their bath. Hannah asked if Jennie and I were going to take a bath together, and then she and Seth ate cookies while bathing. I can't think of anything more decadent. We watched some Veggie Tales, and the kids curled up on me, and Dusty took pictures, which made me feel posed and paparazied. We put them to bed, and then we adults went downstairs to eat the cookie cake Jennie had made me. Or I should say, the amazing cookie cake Jennie made me. See?
We watched So You Think You Can Dance, and then Jennie and I tried to think that we could dance, but...we couldn't. But we will improve! To sum up: I love being here, and it is impossible to believe that it has been six months since I've seen these guys. To end, I will share two awesome quotes by the kids that made me laugh out loud.
Hannah: Good walking on your knees, Tricia!
*I carried Seth up the stairs bundled in a blanket*
Me: You're a cocoon!
Jennie: You're a burrito!
Me: Well, you're a butterfly burrito.
Seth: I'm Seth.
Um, my kids are very literal. Sorry. But at least Seth loves you enough to totally reject his mommy's hands and say, "No, Tricia do it" every single time he slid down the slide. That's got to make you feel a little better. :)
ReplyDeleteAw, nice cookie cake. You're loved!
ReplyDeleteHilarious! Yes, you are loved.
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