As of 9am yesterday morning, this house has become so quiet. Connor and Richard left for Memphis bound for Aunt Marjorie's and Uncle Herb's and Cousin Vincent's house. Richard has a conference in Nova Scotia and Connor will spend several days with Vincent while he's gone.
It's amazing how removing one child from the house can so completely change it's dynamic. As you can see below, Connor's voice dominates our world on a daily basis.
Since they've been gone: for two days now, Aidan has taken two hour naps twice a day and still gone to sleep at bedtime without problems; I've discovered that Aidan can say (among other things) "da da", "na na", "ba ba", "ya ya", and "a-da"; we DO have birds that sing in our backyard; and, that our refrigerator has an automatic drippy something or other thing that happens every other day that I'd never noticed before and thought was it breaking down but actually is something that it's been doing since we got it to prevent over freezing and I'd never been able to hear it before.
(Richard would be so disappointed in all those run-on sentences.)
Auditory liberation has had a great price, though. It was so hard to say good-bye to my bright, sweet, and yes, my very loud boy yesterday. I cried off and on all morning. Even when I was offering Aidan some of my cheese toast, I burst into tears while telling Aidan,"This is Connor's favorite."
Of course, Aidan, just stared at me like "this is really fascinating....so, the big people cry too?!" Then he just broke out in this devilish grin and kicked his legs back and forth. I imagined that he was thinking that, finally, he'd get to ride Connor's scooter.
So, we did.
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