We spent the past week with Bryan’s family on Long Island. His dad and stepmom flew up from Florida, my mom and stepdad drove up from VA on their way to Maine, and mostly we hung with our nephews, Aidan and Shea. Oh, and shopped. A lot.
I love visiting family in the suburbs. Target and Marshalls are even more precious to me now that I not only live in a city lacking in these things, but actually a whole country and continent lacking. We packed an entire suitcase on the way back with Kraft macaroni & cheese, Airborne, proper deodorant and $19.99 items of clothing from Costco. Note to the United Kingdom: Airborne is a good thing. You might want to look into it.
We’ve never been able to spend so much uninterrupted time with Bryan’s family. I guess that’s a silver lining of living far away. I finally lived the reality (briefly) of parenting babies and toddlers: crying, food throwing, constant diaper changes, spit-up, fever from cutting teeth, The Wiggles… Bryan’s sister said staying with them was probably good birth control for us. The plane tickets were expensive though, so the pill is still a better value. And I am nothing if not occasionally thrifty.
But our almost 2-year old nephew finally can put names to our faces. Aidan’s pronunciation of my name is “Lall.” Of all the welcomed nicknames and unwelcome mispronunciations of my name I have embraced and endured throughout the years, Aunt Lall is now the sweetest to my ears. That’s the thing about kids. They. Just. Rule.
We also got to eat ice cream cake, and watch the unbelievable Michael Phelps .01 second win in the 100-meter butterfly. America, you had me at everything.