Life As a Threesome Is Not a Party of Five

Little Miss has been getting so much attention these past few days that she doesn’t even know what to do with it all. (But she does appear to like it!) With the boys away for their first big overnight trip to NH alone with MorMor and MorFar (!!!!!!! big huge big huge deal for ALL involved!!!!!!!), life has been very different around here. Very, very different. Very, very quiet. Very, very calm. Very, very peaceful. Very, very sane. Very, very boring and empty and placid and dull. It has been very eye-opening and we have lots and lots of thoughts about it. Last night we took full advantage of our final night as a simple quiet mobile easy-breezy threesome (the boys come home later today)… and we went out to dinner at Pacifico, a Nuevo Latino place that we love. This is something that we would never do with K & O — they are just simply too loud and way too active for a place like Pacifico. But Little Miss was definitely in her element there, quietly nibbling on avocado from our ceviche, and happily devouring the bread that the servers kept bringing her, and generally being the sweet little sit-still and enjoy-the-scenery girl that she is. She was, of course, good as gold, and stole the hearts of all of the restaurant staff as she smiled and waved and said “hi” and “bye” to them over and over and over in her cute little restaurant-appropriate voice. Braydon and I could not believe that we were out “on a school night” drinking margaritas and eating delicious things and having real conversations and just generally relishing in the extreme loveliness (and recognizing the excessively deep dullness) of having only an angel-baby singleton baby girl for a moment. Little Miss seems to feel exactly the same way that we do: this ‘life-without-K-and-O-thing’ is nice and all, but the sooner they get home the better. Life is definitely interesting-to-an-extreme with them around… and it isn’t always easy to have the constantness of their overflowingness… but we would not trade it for the world. We’re counting the hours until we pick them up at the airport. We can’t wait to get this house all filled up with those wild and crazy boys again.