Something that did happen a few weeks ago was Avery's first overnight trip to her grandma's (my Mom, whom lives 80 miles from us). At the time, we had only every spent one night away from Avery for our anniversary. It started off with feelings of relief almost. I felt like I could tackle, and complete, my mile-long to-do list. Then my feelings changed to, "Shane and I rarely have an entire evening, night, and day to ourselves, we should go on a date." We went to a hispanic store in West Asheville in search of authentic tacos. You know, the ones you typically buy from a truck with corn tortillas and no cheese. The attendants didn't speak english, so thank the Lord my wonderfully amazing and talented husband is fluent in espanol and was able to order our meal with ease. So we ate our meal and rented a movie (which I was delighted it turned out to be good, because Shane dislikes most "comedies," but really liked this one). The next day we awake bored and lost without Av bossing us around and getting into everything. My Mom called later that day and asked if she could stay another night. GASP! We decided she could. Avery doesn't get to see my family all that much because of the distance (although my grandparents visit regularly). By this time we are LOST! It lead me to think of the days before Avery when we would veg out and watch Sopranos for hours on end and go and do as we pleased. As like other parents, sometimes I long for the times I can take Avery to Shane's grandmother's and get a few hours to myself, whether I shop or come home and clean the house, but each time she isn't with me I can't wait for her to come back. My life isn't nearly as fun or exciting without her. So while the past few weeks have been stressful at times to say the least, Shane and I always have her to look at and be thankful for, even when changing her diaper seems more difficult than changing one on an octopus.
