My heart hurts.
That’s what I’ve been thinking. “My heart hurts.” And today, my friend Amy said those exact words when I told her how sad it was to tell him goodbye for nine days again.
*Feeling like our family was complete again, even if just for a few days.
*Wearing his hat and boots every day. Except to the water park.*Z wanted to ride EVERY ride at the water park, but wasn’t big enough for most. So, we rode the ones he could ride over and over. and over. As soon as we would splash at the end he would say, “Do it again!”*We made him a “dog house” out of a cardboard box in the hotel and he pretended he was a puppy. Entertained him for at least 30 minutes. And we tricked him into eating by bringing him “puppy snacks”. He probably ate a pound of cheese curds out of his “puppy bowl”! (And we may or may not have had a noise complaint called on us….)
*The train at the zoo*The carousel*While Matt was carrying him on his shoulders, he kissed Matt on the head. I said, “Did you kiss your daddy on his little head?” Z said, “No. I kiss daddy on his BIG head!” Hi.larious! *Riding the turtle*Everyone in the airport called him “Tex”. And he even tipped his hat to one lady, said ‘yeehaw’, and danced a little jig. No kidding. :)*Oh, he liked riding the “alligator” (elevator) in the hotel, but would stand as straight as a board against the wall while it was moving.