Monday, October 10, 2011

The Battle was Lost, but the War is Mine!

A lot of women have left their babies with their husbands by the time said babies are two years old, but I hadn't yet. Mostly because Bean wouldn't sleep through the night regularly until he was nearly two years old. For those of you who remember Bean when he was an infant (and at homeschool co-op on Friday when he clung to me for two of three hours and wouldn't go to the nursery), I had a special name for him. Velcro Baby.

So it was bittersweet when I left him on Friday night, drove an hour to the wilderness (okay, to cabins and a beautiful campsite with real, flushing toilets) with some of my church friends. We had a blast, and though some of us swore we wouldn't do it again this year, stayed up until 4:00 am giggling and sharing stories until we passed out. (Clarification: from exhaustion. There were no inebriating liquids at camp, unless you count the cold water.)

I was pretty tired by the time we got back to the church around noon. I dropped off a couple of friends, and picked up some Little Caesar's pizza, hoping to bribe my family into getting the house cleaned up since I'd been gone.

As I drove home, I thought about how happy they'd be to see me--especially my little Bean. Sure enough, as soon as I got out of the car and balanced the pizzas in my arms, I saw a little face beaming at me through the screen door.

My heart melted at the sight of my little angel, with his squishable, kissable cheeks. I couldn't wait to pick up my bright-eyed cherub, who was so overcome at the sight of me he got more and more excited the nearer I came.

Finally, I was just about to get on the step and reach for the door, when he couldn't contain his excitement any longer. Bean gazed up at me, nearly dancing with joy, eyes sparkling, and spoke one word:

"Pea-duh!"

He'd recognized those rather rare cardboard boxes, the ones we only get once every couple of months or so.

I sighed, reconciled to my fate, no matter how wrong it seemed: I'd been upstaged by pizza.

Later on, after the pizzas had been demolished, Bean suddenly realized that I'd been gone a long time, and I did get lots of snuggles with my baby.

Little Caesar's, you might have won the battle, but I will always win the war.

7 comments:

Kelley said...

That is so cute! I love girl weekends. Some might think of them as a nice luxury...but in my opinion they are NEEDED. :)

She's in the kitchen! said...

Last week, Karen had me laughing out loud when I read her blog post about Scarlett, and now here I am roaring again! I could really get used to this! Oh, so funny! I can just picture his little munchkin face lighting up. Sorry you were second best to a pizza, but it sure was worth the humor! :D

Karen said...

I love it! Pizza makes everything better...unless you're pregnant and get heartburn. :)

Nancy Face said...

Velcro Baby - I love it!

I left Lauren with her Dad Face for five days when she was only 17 months old, because I was asked to be a cabin mom at Girls' Camp. While I was gone he took her and big brother Ty out and bought each of them a new toy! Foolish! He let Baby Lauren choose a Barbie doll - even MORE foolish! Apparently Ty was jealous of her Barbie doll, because he chopped all of Barbie's hair off (while I was still at camp) and hid it under the TV cabinet. As if I wouldn't find it! Ha!

Small Town Shelly Brown said...

So cute! I love it!

Tamara Hart Heiner said...

oh I'm laughing so hard at this. Hillary and I went away for a 3-day trip, and I expected my kiddos to dash into my arms when I got back. Well...they missed me, I'm sure. they just didn't say much about it!

Helmbunch said...

I had a great time with you all on Friday night as well. That being said, I love that he already knows that pizza comes in that box. Funny now as my son is about to come home, I find myself wondering what he will run for???? Treasure your little ones and don't blink--if you do they will be like mine---big! We are really blessed moms, you know?!!