We're back in Ashland and back to the same routine as if we never left, which is unfortunate. One would think that being removed from an environment for over two weeks would untrain toddler bad habits, kind of like detox and rehab. But, no. Elvis is still attracted to the fireplace, Lydia still insists she doesn't like "it" the instant she sits down and before she's put anything in her mouth at lunch and dinner, and both of them seem to have suffered a loss of hearing in the last 48 hours. It's amazing! Who would've thought our house possessed air incapable of carrying sound waves?
On the positive side (so often I slip into sarcasm here!), it really is good to be home. As comfortable as I am spending time at both of our parents' houses, there's nothing like being in your own home, lazing about. And though I really miss spending all morning and afternoon with the kids, it felt good to get back to work on a few projects, especially because there was this shadow of impending deadlines hovering over the last week of vacation. Part of the stress was not having a roadmap through January laid out yet, but now I have my faithful to-do list made, and I feel much better.
Right now, the sweethearts are playing so nicely. Lydia is making me dinner - plastic hot dogs, plastic Pringles, plastic lettuce ("salad"), and plastic french fries. She is a wonderful cook, I tell you what. Elvis is playing in the playhouse with Matchbox cars and tractors and repeating "Pop-Pop" and "tractor" over and over. They are good kids.
I think they just realized I'm not paying attention to them 100%, so I guess that's the end of blogging for tonight. :)