My littlest boy is fifteen months old. He was only three months old last year when the big kids started school in August, so he didn’t really miss them. This year is a different story!
He runs after them as they go out the door with daddy, and stands and waves bye even after the door shuts. When he wakes up from his nap he looks for them - he doesn’t talk a lot yet, but he hollers and listens, and cranes his neck around corners to try and find them.
Every time he hears something in the front yard he crawls to the window and stands looking out. It is so pitiful! He adores them, and can’t figure out why all of the sudden they are gone all day! It is like they have gone missing, and he doesn’t remember yet that they will come back in the afternoon.
Boy, when I hear the truck pull in the drive, I tell him, “Bubba and Sissy are home! Go see!!”
He runs to the window, and when he sees them come up the walk he runs over and tries to open the front door! He is practically up on his tippy-toes; he can hardly wait for them to put down their back packs and lunchboxes to give him hugs, and then he doesn’t know which one to hug first!
I am so glad he loves his big brother and sister so much, and they just adore him too. He does the same thing to his daddy when he is working late - if he is on my lap when the key turns in the door he starts kicking and squirming and laughing.
I tell them all, these are the best days of our lives!
Oh, that is so sweet!! I only have one child, she is two - Daddy is a school teacher, and she has been very unhappy about his going back to work after being a house dad all summer!