On this last weekend we left Alice with her first overnight with her grandparents. It was the first time we've ever been away from her overnight and I knew that it would be hard on us (ya, on her as well). I didn't realize just how hard. My heart panged when I saw her empty bed or the open child gate in the morning. I paused when I saw her empty bed and had to take a moment. A squeak on the floor sounded like her cry.
Now, I'm glad that we did it. The idea that it was a dry run before baby #2 comes and if she was staying with them while the delivery was going on. Lessons were learned, plans adjusted.
Now, what I didn't expect was that she would refuse to hug me when she got home. She's been extra "two" the last couple of days. I can't help but feel that she's trying to punish me a bit. I didn't think that would happen until maybe when she's older. Maybe when she's four. Right now she's two.
She knows that things are going to be different very soon. Maybe she's just preemptively giving me a hard time. She's just that smart. :-/
Ah well. I know that when the time comes, she'll be there to lend a hand.
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