“Where’s Gwamma? Where’s Daddy?”
Lounging the Saturday away after we bid aloha to Gramma.
Ben is mystified by the comings and goings around here – Daddy in NH, then MA, Gramma heading to California two weeks after Richard headed back… So he keeps asking “Where’s Gramma?” Like probably 20 times this afternoon. He is down to once a day for “Where’s Daddy?” – speaking of whom, poor Daddy caught a nasty stomach bug and had to delay his homecoming by a day. I offered to extend his rental car reservation. What a fiasco that turned into – 47 minutes and 4 calls later someone was willing to do it. It was like they’d never experienced a wife offering to do that for her husband. I feel bad for him – he wanted to do only two things in Boston while he was in the area – came super close to one (see the Constitution) and missed the other (Sam Adams). At least he got to see two of three brothers and his sister’s family. Mahalo McGees for housing him and his Northeast pestilence! 🙂 Dan, Tim and Steve – if you’re reading this – the boys and I were talking about each of you and how much fun you are (shout-outs to “sitting swimmer”, Ben’s fave uncle, and our firstborn’s mountain-biking Godfather!). Tito Pig and Tita Bear – we sure miss you guys but we are so thankful for all the visits we’ve had in this past year.
I can’t believe poor Dave, and then to punish you even more, you got to fight through the car rental issue ad nauseum. Ugh! My heart is getting yanked right out because of little Ben. He loves to keep track of everyone like a good little sheep dog. He’s restless until he gets all the sheeps corraled. Makes me want to catch the next flight to HNL just to help him out, no kidding. And as I told you when all you did was go out to dinner with the girls a couple of nights ago, he must have asked “where’s mommy gwamma?” about 20 times, and I had the same answer each time — “she’s out having dinner with the girls” until I asked HIM, “where’s mommy, Benji?” and he said, “she’s out having dinner wif da girls”! He is so precious. Thank goodness you came home, and thankfully daddy will come home soon, hopefully without pestilence! I’ll be praying for that . . .