I was planning on doing a post about our Kansas City trip but I have a surprising amount of feeeeeeelings about it. It was a pretty crushing loss (game went into overtime, then penalties, then sudden death penalties) and I cried several times. It might be (almost definitely is?) the single time that’s happened at a sporting event. That being said, I also walked away feeling pretty stinking proud of G and everyone at the team that worked so hard to get them that far in what was supposed to be a rebuilding year. So many of G’s family members were able to make it out for the game too which was pretty awesome. They are a supportive bunch. In fact, all the RSL families are a pretty supportive bunch. Lots of them are leaving this year, moving on to other teams, and it was sort of a bittersweet end to an era. We are really going to miss a lot of people/have no friends next year! (<- See? Feelings!!) It would have been amazing to see them win a championship, but settling for witnessing a still awesome accomplishment while being surround by loving friends and family was pretty ok too. Hooooormones.
I also left the weekend with a lot of feelings about travel. We had some… issues on our return leg, missed connections, delays, rebookings, ran out of soy milk and diapers (!!), etc. It was a disastrous travel day for all, based on the scenes at the various airports, and luckily B was mostly angelic so we survived. It had me thinking though, how in the world do people do that alone with a toddler and a baby? Or do they just not? The conclusion I came to is I don’t really want to attempt it but maybe I’m just being weak.
Ok, so that was the Kansas City post I guess. Now on to what I meant to say. I am so so beyond glad we decided to send B to school and that we picked the school we did. I thought it would go well and he would like it but it is exceeding even those expectations.
He missed school last Friday and this Monday due to our trip so I was nervous he would have a hard time going back. He talked excitedly about school all morning but I was a little scared he would have some separation issues once we got there and he realized I would leave. Before we even walked in, we could hear his little friend standing at the door waiting for him and screaming his name. I’ve never seen such a warm toddler welcome before, adorable. Then his two teachers excitedly said hello and, “We missed you!” B ran right over to one of his teachers, climbed in her lap, and said “I think I missed you too!” As usual he was oblivious to my leaving, had a delightful day, yet was still really happy to see me when I picked him up.
It’s crazy how often he says things like, “I’m using nice words to tell you what I want!” or sings songs, or does things, that I know did not come from home. He’s picking up so much there which is great and I love witnessing little moments with his friends, like when they all rush to tell him goodbye at the end of the day. It’s so strange, yet wonderful, that at 2 years old he has his own little life.
Serious question for people with multiple kids: do you/did you attempt travel by yourself with really young kids? Is this one of those things I’ll just adjust to, like everything else with two, or do people really cut back on travel once they are outnumbered? (Yeah I know I still have a husband so it’ll actually be 2 v 2 but a lot of times our trips necessitate flying separately or I go by myself because of G’s work schedule.)