Too quiet

The house is too quiet now. I got used to my nephew's chatter. I tried unsuccessfully to get him to say,"thank you," just so I could tell him in the future that he learned his good manners from me. It was a long shot since one year olds don't normally know how to pronounce double consonants. I did hear,"mama", now and then. I guess that's a more important word and easier to learn.

Surprisingly(or unsurprisingly), Peanut did not attempt to hump anything or anyone during the entire visit and I was very pleased about that. He did attempt some thieving of Nilla Wafers but they were already on the floor and I'm sure I saw him sticking his nose into my sister's backpack looking for something to steal but I'd rather live with a thief than an a compulsive humper for a pet. So I was ok with that. I also was not in any position to have to change any poopy diapers and I was very pleased about that as well. I'm still suffering from PTSD since the last time.

When my nephew was born he was the spitting image of yours truly. Now he doesn't resemble me at all. Is it weird to say that it hurts my feelings? But it's ok since he does look like my Grandpa all the way down to the round, sticking out, Santa Claus belly. This morning I woke up almost expecting to hear giggling and babbling. I wandered into the room where they were staying with a little broken heart because there was no giggling little one holding his arms up to me. My bed cushions smell like baby lotion and corn starch powder and my arms are missing that heavy, fat bellied baby who loved me most when he was in trouble with mommy.

I guess I should mention that I miss my sister too :O)