Two Cute Kids

I got home tonight just in time to nurse Liam before bed (it is the thick of exam study time).  He gazed up in my face, thrilled I was there, and then clicked his tongue at me.  So I clicked my tongue at him, and then he clicked his tongue back.  I giggled, and suddenly we had ourselves a Game.  I had a heck of a time getting him to keep nursing – he kept looking up to click his tongue at me again and get me to laugh.  It was pretty darn cute.  He did it for the Professor, too.

After we put him down, we had a few minutes extra before Jack’s bedtime.  Jack loves to “fly” – one of us adoring parents will lay on his/her back on the couch and lift him overhead while he waves his arms and legs and says “I flyin’!  I flyin’!”  Well tonight, Jack decided it was time to give as well as he gets.  So he laid on HIS back on the couch, and said “Come here Mama!  I fly you!” and he wiggled his fingers at me, beckoning me to come over and get flown.  So I did, I laid on top of him (careful not to squish), and he counted to three, and then put his hands square on my boobs and pushed up.  I waved my arms and leg (one leg, of course, doing the work of elevating me, though I’d never tell Jack), and said “I’m flying, Jack!  I’m flying!”  After I’d had my fill of flying, he marched over to the other couch and “flew” the Professor.

Both of ’em, adorable.  I’m going to have a hard summer apart from them, I realized tonight just how hard, when I arrived home after a long day of school and they both were so thrilled to see me, Liam practically rocking out of his father’s arms, Jack running and asking to be picked up immediately.  The Professor thinks he’s going to spend two or three weeks at his parents’ while I’m working away from home, but I’m afraid that’s not going to work for me.  I must see these darling children every single weekend or I’ll just lose my will to live.  Liam, especially, will change so much over those two months of my summer job.  He is fast-crawling now, saying things that sound like Uh Oh and Mama and No, though I know they are still just sounds to him.  By the end of my summer associate job, he’ll be walking pretty solidly and saying a handful of words for real instead of by an accident of babbling.  I will probably miss his first steps.

So I started with a couple cute stories, but now I’m just depressed.  🙁