I'm experiencing a phenomenon this week that I have experienced only rarely in three and half years -- I have only one child.
Bubba has gone on his annual camping trip with his MeMe (my mom), Papa Jack and his cousin Birdie. He left on Saturday night and will be gone until Thursday. If I know Bubba, he is having the time of his life, eating whatever he wants, swimming, staying up late, and playing with his cousin. He'll return tan as all get out, filthy dirty, exhausted, and full of stories.
So this week it's just me and Mr. Daddy and Punkin. And while we miss Bubba, it's kind of nice. We spent two and half years with just us and Bubba before Punkin came along, but Punkin rarely gets our undivided attention. Welcome to the life of the second child -- you get half as much of everything as the first child. Or at least that's the way it seems sometimes.
Saturday night we went to Outback -- just the three of us. It was entertaining to listen to Punkin's observations, watch her interact with the servers, and generally be the center of attention without having to compete with her brother, who, let's face it, is always talking. A girl can barely get a word in edgewise. Punkin either, for that matter.
So this week it's all about us. Just the three of us. And by the time Bubba comes back, we'll be ready for him. And his stories.
6 years ago