yesterday Jeff and I calculated that there would be, an almost to the day, six month difference between how old Emma was, and how old Dylan will be on her Gotcha Day. Six months. And yet they seem so incredibly different. i remember how much i loved Emma at that age, with those giant chubby cheeks and her mookie eyes (monster) and her fierce independent (some would say stubborn) ways. I know enough not to compare the two girls, and yet I can't help but. With Emma we could go anywhere, explore anything, try everything, She was totally adventurous and game. David on the other hand was horrified. horrified, terrified, and freaked by everything. so i figure I've experienced both extremes and i should be well prepared for whatever comes my way. right? Of course the scant updates I've gotten on Dylan assure me: she lovely girl. Well the same might have been said about Emma and we all know how that's not always the case!!!!
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| Just look at Emma's cheeckies! |
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| Her other cheekies. Which she regularity flashed us |
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| Mookie Eyes, (when she played an evil monster and would chase David around the room. Something she knew he loved! He's squeal with delight when she did that) |
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| My Babies. David and Emma, big brother and sister to Dylan. |
And once again, trying not to compare, I'm really disappointed Jeff isn't traveling with me. We really travel very very well. I, being, the crazy annal, detail obsessed, coupon crazed one, figure out where we're going, when we're going, how much we'll spend, and how we're getting there. Jeff swoops in at the last minute and takes care of getting us everywhere else. hmmm doesn't sound quite equitable when i explain it that way, but trust me, after all the planning, I'm more than happy to sit back and have him escort us everywhere and figure out what the best restaurants are. I can sit back and enjoy the vacation. So not having him on this adventure is going to be rough on me. I wish he and the kids were all going with me. but that's not the case. I'm thrilled that my SIL will be coming with me and helping me out, (oy, all those diapers... gee Judy can you do just one, I "think" I've got it!)
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Jeff in Da Nang. waiting to meet the kids for the first time.
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