Charlie came down bright and early with all of his stuffed animals and blankets. He was clearly ready to go home and told me that he brought everything down so that he wouldn't leave anything at our house. 'Is it time to go home now, Kiwa?' Not yet Charlie, not yet.
Husband and I spent most of the day outside with the kids, chasing them and playing with the shooters. I have to report that Graham ate a carrot for me and I think I busted a vocal cord because I was SO excited... I'm sure he eats carrots all the time for his mommy and daddy, but I felt like he and I had just crossed a bridge together... oh, I gave him a jelly bean as a reward.
At one point, I had the brilliant idea to take them to the garden store by myself. I think I almost had a heart attack at the store. First, they almost toppled over a huge ceramic potter because they wanted to see inside. Graham would pick up random plants, bring them to me and say, 'This one is pretty, buy this one!' Finally, all of them were taking the tags out of the pots and collecting them like playing cards. Nubbin had an 'I want!' temper tantrum and could not be soothed.
We came home and Nubbin went to Husband for some alone time. I took CharlieGraham outside. Our neighbor, who is an entomologist took CharlieGraham and I to his back yard to look for bugs and plants. This kept the boys occupied until drop off time... Thank goodness, it's here!
Camp Wolfe has been an exhausting, but wonderful experience for Husband and I. It was a rare opportunity to love and kiss and care for our nephews. I was saddened this morning when I asked Graham if he wanted to come back and he said, 'No' and that he didn't like anything we did this week and that he didn't like us. That saddness turned to absolute joy when 5 minutes before we left, Graham said he wanted to stay and that he didn't really want to see mommy and daddy... okay, so I know we can't compete with his real parents, but I get 'super' happy when those boys show us that they love us because we will always love them :)
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