Earlier in the day, I had called Brandon from the pay phone at the airport. They were at my grandma’s house, having just arrived from the drive down from Auburn. I heard him say a distinct, “No!” after being asked if he wanted to speak to mommy on the phone. Had he forgotten about me? Had we been gone too long? Then I heard him say, “Mommy/Daddy” in reference to us from a family picture. He was too excited to see Uncle Gary, even for only a few minutes before he had to leave for work.
After travelling much of the day, we finally got home around 9pm. I walked into the house, into my parents’ room; both mom and dad were in the bed, while Brandon was playing off to the side, I barely saw him, my mom had to motion to me that he was there. He was shuffling three of my senior portraits, ancient history to him. He finally looked up, realized who I was, then came running on his tippy toes, with his arms outstretched to give me the biggest little bear hug ever! Awww, my baby hadn’t forgotten me! He still loves me! It took Dave a few minutes to take his boots off and come into the room. Brandon saw Dave and gave him the same warm reception. My mom was trying to prompt him to tell us all about his week-long adventures. “Who’s Tony?” “Horsey.” “What about Tammy?” “Another horsey.” Then Mathilda, the hen, who gave him an egg and a “lemon”. Well, the hen didn’t really give him a lemon, but he knows that he came away from the farm with a lemon. Then I asked him who cut his hair. He said, “I hold a helicopter,” with his arms held out wide. I didn’t understand what he was talking about, so my mom help interpret. He held a helicopter at the barber shop. Then he exclaimed, “A t-t-t-toy!” and he had this strange look in his eye. One eye was bigger than the other, and he was flapping his arms, palms up so excited. My mom said there was a toy there, but it belonged at the barber’s, so he couldn’t take it with him. Then he just sat down on my lap, and tried to explain the rest of his week, all the while giving me big hugs. When it was time to go, I told him, “Say, ‘thank you to grandma for taking care of me'”. He said, “Thank you, care me.” My mom got the gist of it. When I was settling him into the car seat, I told him that I’d drive the big car and Daddy would follow behind us. He looked worried, “Dark, dark.” I told him not to be scared, gave him his Thomas pillow and a blanket. “Scary,” and then he whined a little, and had a nervous little laugh. He had tucked his hands into the sides of the carseat. I thought it might not be comfy for him, so I tried to lift his hands over the pillow. Most of the time he doesn’t like his hands to be confined. But I guess he was trying to hide or keep his hands warm because he resisted. So I bundled the blanket above the pillow, and he was in a little cocoon. I told him we’d be going on the freeway in a little bit, but that Daddy was right behind us and would keep us safe. So we set out, and all I did was talk him right to sleep. Dave would be so proud that my incessant talking would be used for good! I asked him all about his week, tried to fill in from what I had already known from my mom. He later said Mathilda was a “dog, a big dog.” But my mom had said she was a hen. Maybe he was confusing the name with my mom’s friend, Bonnie, who had a dog, Meggy. I told him I turned on my lights, he asked “light in the car?” I told him we couldn’t do that because it was too distracting for other drivers, but that the outside lights were on, and that Daddy also had his outside lights on. He couldn’t really see well over the tower of the pillow/blanket combo, so that was helpful. I told him we were going home, to which he repeat, “Go home,” and when we got there we could go to sleep on mommy/daddy’s bed. He liked that idea and said, “I sleep on Mommy/Daddy bed.” We had been trying to get him to sleep in his own bed, but without him for a week, I couldn’t do that to him.
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Before we even got to the freeway, I realized I was talking to myself. Brandon was out cold. He woke up just long enough to pick up his head on the transfer from car to home, but remains asleep. Back to the grind tomorrow morning!