We watched Tristan over the weekend while his mom went off to Dubuque to take spa treatments with her husband for her birthday. Tristan is an agreeable fellow, nearly always ready with a smile and a laugh and a hug. So it was with no small amount of wonder on my behalf that Rachel and Kevin were willing to leave their precious in the same house with our two kids for a day and a half. I can only presume we were their last resort.
On balance, everything went well. Emmett got his first real taste of what Ava’s been experiencing for the last four years; being the adorable baby of the family is a pretty sweet gig! We still have enough trucks and action figures and Legos and blocks and train tracks lying around the house that Tristan was never at a loss for something to do. And at snack time, he and Emmett enjoyed taking in some Winnie the Pooh on the big screen (pictured).
Tristan did a great job going to — and staying — asleep, with only a short crying jag at 2, when he missed his dada. But Leah got him right back to sleep, and all three kids woke up just about the same time on Sunday morning. Even changing the occasional diaper wasn’t that bad (yes, I just said that!). That said, nothing about the weekend made me the least bit wistful for our own two-year-old days.
It was nice to help Rachel celebrate her birthday, if indirectly, particularly since it meant the cousins got to spend some time getting to know each other better. After all, it’s going to be a while now before she and Kevin have a chance to get off by themselves, even just as far away as Dubuque.