When we told Jamie we were leaving Vermont to come back to Houston he began jumping around saying "Yay"!!!! Connor, predictably clapped at this. Mostly we really attribute this emotion to Jamie's contrarian nature as a 3 year old, but there is no question he was genuinely comforted to get home.
I had driven ahead of Sarah and the boys and picked them up at the airport. Sarah said that as soon as the plane started to descend, Jamie looked out the window and began yelling "I see Houston, I see Houston!" And then more loudly, "DADDY!! DADDY!!" When they emerged from the security, I could see from thirty yards away that Jamie had had a lollipop on the plane and the bottom third of his face was covered in blue. It looked a little Goth, actually.
When we got back to the house, Jamie came in the front door and uttered only one word, said quietly but with real intensity: "Upstairs." This refers to the main floor of our house, where his toys, and especially his riding truck, were waiting. We didn't hear much from him for the next half-hour as he systematically, almost meditatively, tested the rolling capacities of all his cars.
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