You’ve probably noticed how the bloggy waters ran dry whilst the kids were away.
I have no excuse.
But the girls? They have returned.
With a vengeance.
Cassidy was home for just over 24 hours before she left me itching to crawl under a rock. Any rock really.
It happened when a couple (first time grandparents-to-be) came by to look at the Pack’n'Play we’d listed on Craigslist. This couple was typical in almost every possible way. The only thing that, perhaps, set them apart was the girth of grandpa to be.
He was on the large side. And Cassidy, the observant little thing she is, noticed.
I was so busy demonstrating the set up of aforementioned Pack’n'Play that I barely heard when Cassidy asked the grandpa 2 be (G2B) whether or not he had a baby bump.
My ears, though, did perk up when I heard his response, “no sweetie, I’m just fat.”
I looked up from my assembling hands to see Cassidy, perched next to G2B on the couch, rubbing his belly as though a genie was sure to appear at any moment.
“Oh,” she replied, “you like to eat?”
Oh. Em. Gee. No she did not just say that.
Deep breaths.
I would very much like to have shoved Cassidy face first into a nearby plush ottoman but I thought better of it considering the potential for a CPS call. You know. You never can tell with those Craigslist peeps.
Jeff, meanwhile, was at the grill, obliviously working on his second beer of the evening.
So he didn’t get to witness Jayce (imitating his big sis) rubbing G2B’s impressive gut and mimicking Cass in a repetitive, “you like to eat? you like to eat? you like to eat?” chatter.
Seriously.
And here I thought I missed her.
