We drove up to West Virginia on Friday to leave Dane with his grandparents for a week. We're driving halfway up this Friday to pick him up again.
This is his first time staying by himself with his grandparents. Deanna's been doing it for three years now and we decided Dane was old enough.
He couldn't wait to get us out of the house. He was eager for HIS time with grandma and grandpa to start. When we got home on Sunday, I called to let them know we had arrived and asked to speak to Dane. The message came back that he didn't want to talk. Little stinker. Grandma and I finally convinced him to say hello.
He called last night to tell us goodnight, per his instructions. He went to the grocery store to pick out what he wanted to eat, Grandpa took him swimming and then to a nearby ball park to practice batting - a pretty full day. While he has the time of his life, we are all missing him terribly. The house is extraordinarily quiet. It's not that Dane talks alot or is noisy, it's just that Daelyn doesn't have anyone to talk to or play with, so he's abnormally quiet. It also seems strangely empty.
If a few years, Daelyn will start this trek to Grandma's house for a week. I'm not sure how we're going to pull off 6 trips back and forth to West Virginia in the course of the summer, but we'll have to figure it out. As he's already reminding us, "I get to go too some day."
Maybe they'll move closer and he can spend a week up the street!
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