My growing little family is returning to their own nest this week. Deacon will be six weeks old! Already!!??
This will be bittersweet for me. Yes, there will be more calm and quiet and everything done my way. But it will be toooo quiet in the beginning, I'm sure. They live just 8 miles south ... about 20 minutes. Now I will invite them over. I think this week I get Deacon to myself while they go to the zoo (weather permitting)
I'm gonna miss those morning Braeden snuggles before he turns back into a rambunctious noisy playful BOY. He is such a verbal little man. And a very good thinker. We have some of our best talks in the morning when he first wakes up.
At night, I will miss his words of wisdom. Occasionally, he will be a bit wiggly and squirming while trying to settle in. I'll ask him to lay still. After the second or third time, he proclaimed "JB Gramma, I can't be still .... I a boy." Or ... I serious (skip the "r" sound and substitute a "w") JB Gramma. You make me sad if I don't have cookies.
The title above is misleading. I don't play solitaire. I do play Words with Friends, Letterpress and Word Scramble. These friends will be glad to see me back!