One of the things I love most about being home after being out of town for a few days is that Hudson and Hayes are just all over me when I get back. Truthfully, on any “normal” day it might bug me a little bit to constantly be holding both of them while we’re trying to get things done.
But not today.
Today? I was all about picking them up and swinging them around. And when they both wanted to sit in my lap this morning to read books, I piled them on up.
Hudson is so much lighter than Hayes is these days. He still weighs more than Hayes, but Hayes is just so thick and dense. Those sweet little baby bones and hammy legs make him feel so heavy. So when Hudson asked me to pick him up and pretend he was a baby, it was a piece of cake.
I scooped him up and “rocked him” and we giggled and sang “rockabye baby.”
When I got to Hayes’s room this morning to pick him up, I could hear him squealing from the other side of the door. Then he ran to me and when I picked him up, he nuzzled into my neck and screamed some more. He’s a screamer, that one.
My house looks like a toy bomb went off. There are dishes in the sink. There is laundry to be put away. I still need to unpack my bag.
But I had a good day with my babies. And that’s the only thing worth mentioning today. It was glorious.