After spending a wild weekend camped out in the cold and rain, our boy returns: the hill, blossom at the top
Before my surgery, Margie would spend Monday through Thursday in Anchorage babysitting the grandsons. In time, both Jobe and Kalib found slots in daycare and then she was just babysitting Lynxton, for the most part.
Since my surgery, Lynx has been spending Monday through Thursday out here with us. He is just a delight to have around. So good-natured, growling happily so much of the time, very seldom ever fussing, almost always pleasant and happy.
We have gotten so used to having him here and are enjoying his company so much, that we have begun to see him as "our boy."
On Thursday, his parents picked him up and took him home. Then on Friday the whole family - Jacob, Lavina and the boys all went camping down at Seward.
All through the weekend, they sent us little text updates complete with pictures. It showed our three grandsons having a great time in the cold and in the rain, gathered together in the tent, drinking hot chocolate, moseying about the Alaska Railroad.
It was nice, but still the house felt kind of empty without little Lynx around. Then yesterday evening Margie drove us to Peters Creek, we met Lavina there and she transferred Lynx from her car to our car and then Margie drove us back home.
Once again, the house is filled with the sound of his happy growls. Once again he spends many happy moments sitting on Margie's lap, sometimes drinking formula, sometimes eating cookies or yogurt treats. Often he looks at me and smiles, he spends time in his little laundry basket playpen from where he also frequently smiles at me.
I wish I could pick him up and hold him, but even though I am now making good progress and feeling a bit better every day that is still beyond my capabilities.
Still, it is good to have him back here. It makes the house feel more complete. Lynx is our boy now. He can go home and visit his mom, dad and brothers, and they can come here and visit him. But make no mistake he is our boy now.
Margie is aware of what I just wrote and is scolding me now. "Don't say that!" she chides, "His mommy will come here and pick him up and take him home and never bring him back!"
Nah. She won't do that.