As the only parents among the cousins, I realized the following:
- I'm not a kid anymore.
- I'm a parent.
- Though I didn't regret missing out on the jam band that the younger set ventured into downtown Virginia Beach to see, I did miss out on the bonding experience... which may have been my husband and I bonding over our dislike of jam bands as we prowled outside the bar for harder edged sounds. Instead, our son was a clingy, clingy baby who was thrown off by nearly everything - growth spurt. No way could I ask Oma to attempt bedtime.
Our son emerged from his growth spurt as he always does, with hiccoughs, usually several bouts over 24 hours. The Hiccoughs make us pause and say, "Oh, that was a growth spurt, not Mr. Hyde." Growth spurts turn us into the Hyde Family.
He also came out of it with an ability to imitate sounds. He's not a talker, just a few words occasionally. On the ride home, he repeated "Wow" after me. He also imitated the Uhhs and Ahhs and Ows of a reggae singer. At home, he's repeated "No" after me twice. Uh oh.
Twice I found him awake in the morning, playing with toys. He hadn't come to find me, as he usually does at home. This was a mental growth spurt primarily, but alas, he's out grown all shoes but his Crocs.