Momma's boys

Well, Mommy is away in Leiden for a conference, so it's me and da boyz. All in all it's gone pretty well. When we took Sarah to the airport on Tuesday Jamie fell asleep in the car, which is always a recipe for trouble because he usually wakes up cranky. He didn't do so until more or less the moment Sarah was getting out, so she sort of said goodbye before he knew what had happened. For his part, Connor began saying, "We going with Mommy!!" as we pulled up to the terminal. We gently tried to suggest that this was not the case, but he cheerfully reasserted his point, sure that he could make it true by saying it.

So, suffice it to say, as we pulled away from the curb without Mommy reality hit both boys hard and I had a chorus of crying, in stereo from the back seat. But since then they have adapted well as usual. Jamie, of course, likes that have sleepovers and Connor has been a good mood all week. At moments of stress, however, the truth comes out. Yesterday we went to dinner at his friend Little Max's house. They bumped heads rather hard and as he was crying Jamie called for Mommy repeatedly.

Today we had soccer in the morning. We got hit with a very rare late March cold snap and it was very windy. Jamie rather bravely went out to play but Connor was NOT happy and every gust of wind made him cry (real Texas boys we have!), and he kept repeating "I want go HOME!" Finally, as it became clear that I wasn't listening, he too resorted to "Mommy!!! I want MOMMY!!!" I love when he does this in front of other people. Makes me feel like I've kidnapped them.