Posted By jayna on July 18, 2014
We’ve been home from our hometown vacation for two days and already the kids have been mourning the loss of their freedom to roam all over Grammie’s huge backyard. Apparently our measly lot doesn’t lend well to exploring and adventuring and they’re ready to just pack up and move to Ohio if it means the same level of completely unsupervised play that they went and got used to. I don’t really blame them for holding the place so dear in their hearts. After all, we crammed a lot into those two weeks and coming home is always a bit of a let down.
I’ve heard a million times about all the things they miss . . .
Cousins. All the cousins they could possibly wish for.
Holding the littlest cousin. Miss E would still be over there holding him and poor Tater couldn’t understand why we couldn’t bring him home.
Partying hard. Especially with glow necklaces and balloons.
Zip lines in grandparent’s backyards. Which also goes along hand in hand with partying hard.
Their fancy new room at Grammie’s.
(Before & After, our room on top, kids room on bottom. Still works in progress but so nice to come “home” to.)
Taking naps in the new bunk beds.
Playing with all of Papa’s awesome toys, and earning those naps.
Eating out a million times more than we do at home.
Trying all sorts of new food brought home from a morning at the most wonderful market.
(Cleveland’s West Side Market. Makes me miss Russian markets, and hate Charlottesville markets at the same time.)
Playing on the newly redone tire swing at Grammie’s. Over and over and over again.
(I’d put this at the top of the list of things they miss, since I’ve heard about how we need a tire swing eleventy million times already today.)
I haven’t told them exactly how long it will be before we head back up there. If I had, they’d be swarming the calendar and counting down for the next six weeks.