Little Vyron is finally back in town and has been reunited with his mother and brother. I sure hope they don't get separated again. 'Mom' said when she saw him for the first time he started crying and acting like he was mad at her. I don't blame him a bit, either. Fortunately he gave up the madness. When they came over here, he reached for me right away, which was good news (and it bothered 'mom' a little). I was afraid he had forgotten me. He had warmed up to me just before they left for California. (I think he saw his brother with me enough that he accepted me as one of the good people. I don't know how long I can fool him, but I'll try.)
The boys stayed with me while 'mom' went to get a couple of tires put on her car. They were hungry, too. Fortunately I had a box of cereal and some milk. They finished off both, too... plus the chicken breast I had just finished baking dinner. Burp! It was really good seeing them all back together again.
I have finally discovered (or should that be 'admitting to') my calling. Hermit. Hermit first class. I'm not designed to be around people. Especially little people who don't have any fear in them. Three year old Darius was acting like a little butt head. I don't do butt heads very well. Not well at all. If he was my child, he'd be toeing the line or else I would be in prison. He wants to act like he's thirty-nine and has a shit load of testosterone or something. And Homy don't play that game.
The plan is that 'mom' and the boys will be staying here with me until they leave for California. (I'm assuming that will happen after Christmas... but maybe after the New Year.) And this might begin tomorrow. On the way out to the car, C. did mention she may be asking someone else if they can stay with them, cause she "knows how I am." All I could think was 'oh gawd YES!!' That's when I accepted my hermitness. Actually, I think I embraced it. I clutched it to my chest!!
So... now I have my little apartment back, all quiet. I will need to pick up the mess the boys created, see if I can fix the leg to the end table, and bend the metal at the bottom of the door back into place. Oh yes... please let her stay somewhere else.
4 comments:
I see changes in Vyron...wow! Good pictures. Hmmm, I've got those years ahead of me, the toddler years, oh my! I'm thinking this might not be easy...haha...not easy at all! But neither is the small baby who won't take naps all day and into the night until mommy gets home from work after 10:00 p.m.
hermit, oh yea, I understand completely... I miss um while they are away, I like little visits, say, 20 minutes at a time, but I also enjoy being alone... sooo, yes amen... (grin)...
Vyron looks changed, for a little one any separation seems like a lifetime.. I just hope it didn't do any damage to him emotionally, I Understand why he would be mad at momma for leaving for so long and then want to cling to you
Gosh so glad he is home again, I have to admit I've been praying for the little fella that he be safe and that who ever had him was paying attention to him...
So great seeing the pictures of these two. I can imagine all they can get into while there.
So maybe hermit isn't bad...haha...no, not at all. I feel that way at times. It's great to have them around and see them but it's also great to get your hermitness back...
Enjoy the peace while you can...they may be back..haha...
Such beautiful boys!! Merry Christmas to you!!
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