I remember my sister in law asking me when my kids first started school if I “still had those silly little nicknames for them?” My answer fifteen years ago was yes and today the answer is still yes. From the day Jamie was born he’s been “Bud”, Staci’s been “Sweetie” and David’s been “Goob”.
Why so reflective? I am really missing Goob. I am missing Goob so much it hurts. As a result; Tony, Staci and I are heading into the GTA tomorrow to spend some much needed quality time with him.
I work until one and Sweetie works until four. (Tony, I suppose, is on standby ‘awaiting further instruction’.) I hate that we don’t have a plan but sometimes they are the best experiences right? Yes they are, yes they are, and yes they are.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the city. I love that I have to be so nice to people for a living, that I can be generally rude and just blend in. I love the pace. I love the shopping.
That said, what are we going to do? We texted Wonderland the last couple of days but it’s calling for electrical storms, Jays are away, and who goes to Ontario Place? Is it even open? ROM, done. Stage West, done. Casa Loma, done. I think you get the picture.
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| Xmas Eve 2010 w/ Grandma & Grandpa Peacock |
Why am I over thinking? It's because I just want him to really enjoy the little time he has away from his extremely hectic journey.
In the end, I know in my heart it won't matter. When I wrap my arms around him, he’ll be fine because he'll be home.
Best part about tomorrow? His twin sister is missing him just as much as we are. All I can say is, how cool is that?
PS - To this day, the only person allowed to call him Goob is me.
PSS - Thank gosh his friends don't bother with this silly little blog!
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