Dear Reese,
I am home. I spent the evening holding your hands as you run about the cottage and yard. You’re unable to walk on your own but ready to go. You are bringing major toddler energy, and I can’t believe how much it feels like you’ve grown in my week away.
You are also teething again and having a hard time with it, but distraction (and Tylenol) helps.
When we get home together this evening, I unpack our suitcases and you re-explore the condo since you also haven’t been back all week. We operate in silence for a little bit while I open mail and you open cupboards and it’s domestic and nice.
While I was away, MorMor reported bathtime was hard. You cried. Didn’t want it. I reported back on our routine but it was replicated for you without effect.
Tonight, I had hoped that being home and with me would break that cycle, but you were not about it. You stood in the tub and cried and reached to hug me and wanted to be done. We shampooed and washed quickly. I wonder what about it doesn’t feel good right now. We will be in experimentation mode this week . . . or take fewer baths for a while.
Six nights away was too long, darling. If I can help it, we will not be doing that again.
Love,
Mama