Chris and I weren’t the only ones who vacationed for our anniversary. The kids went to my parents, and from the photos my Mom sent me, they relaxed in exactly the same manner that we did.
I mean seriously. What the heck??
WHY DON’T MY CHILDREN STAY THAT STILL WHEN THEY’RE WITH ME??
I realize that the above depiction is a millisecond-caught-in-time and cameras DO lie, but I keep staring at it, pretending that he’s laying there, happily reading, for entire minutes at a time.
I wouldn’t have quite as much needed my vacation if that happened more often.
But they did have more active pursuits as well – while we were laying out on the warm beach, they were wading into the water, fully layered.
Noah took advantage of the opportunity to splash heartily without having his mother freak out about new bathroom floors.
(And Ali didn’t mind the freedom, either.)
She also keeps a Pop-and-Gramamma’s-House field journal of all of their adventures – the girl is destined to become 2037’s Top Mommy Blogger.
And all of Noah’s lifelong hopes and dreams came true when he got to crash into trees…or tear them down, but crashing sounds more fun, apparently.
But Pop and Gramamma’s house is a place where dreams are not just achieved but exceeded.
Ergo, he got to ride on not just one, but two giant tractors.
Looking at these pictures makes me feel a little less personally insulted about the fact that he cries the cry of a hopelessly heartbroken two-year-old when I arrive to pick him up.
I can’t compete and I know it.
And so does he.
But if only he’d give me a moment or two of stillness a day…I’d totally buy him a tractor.