Abby and Jack: Coping

Abby is still coping well. Before she left for her little Gramma and Poppa adventure she didn't ever want to leave the house... or, more specifically - me. Which was so sweet and sad considering how incredibly *not* a homebody she is.

So before Poppa picked her up Friday she was saying she didn't want to go and she wanted to stay with me and she would go with Poppa when she was happy. She couldn't go then because she wasn't happy. I asked her what would make her happy. "I don't know. Nothing!" Then, with perfect manners she turned the question around on me, "What would make you happy, Momma?" And I told her I was happy but I wished she was. However, as soon as Poppa got here it was like fresh air for her and off she went without a second thought. Well, I think she did ask to take Jack.

If it's not me she is worried about keeping close to, it's Jack. She's very concerned that we keep him close and that he know we'll take care of him. Daddy gets the lowest consideration unfortunately, but I don't think Steve can feel too badly since she still giggles madly wanting to wrastle with him and though she warns him often that she wants to cuddle with me and not him, as soon as he leaves she starts talking of how much she misses him and how she wants us to build him an office in the house so he doesn't ever have to go. Today, after attacking him in wrestling for a solid half hour (egged on by me yelling "Get him, Abby!" if she starts losing her sense of humor) she stopped and said, "I can't 'get him' he's my Daddy!" To which he replied, "It's okay, we're just playing" to which she responded by jumping on his chest with her knees. She doesn't take much persuading!

She misses family and Christmas already. Everyday she asks heartbreakingly for someone. Micaiah or Uncle Aaron and Aunt Meg or Auntie Samantha in the same way, "I miss Gramma so much, I wish we could see them again."

Jack is coping well too. What, you ask, is he coping with? Well, he's got this whole nursing "properly" thing and burping thing and pooping thing. I subject him to clothing changes and being strapped into a carseat for no apparent reason. The light is much too light, the portacrib much too lonely. He has a sister that loves him to a fault - who insists on sharing her princess bracelet with him, and holding him as much as his parents will let him. The diaper wipes are much to cold and diaper changes in general seem to be specially designed to make him mad.

He likes the swing okay... for a while. And sleep, he likes sleep pretty well...during the day anyway.