It really hit me this afternoon when Tai woke up from his nap and I couldn't think of anything fun for the two of us to do. He didn't feel like going out, I didn't feel like staying in - but even less like dealing with the tantrum that would come with forcing him to go out (and have fun at the playground - oh the horror!). Usually in this instance I would text Erika and say 'Hey, what are you guys doing? Want to come over?' Then either we'd get together at the playground or one of our houses (with cocktails!) or we could both whine at each other about the hard parts of having a two-year-old and by the time I got off the phone I'd feel better.
But when I thought about picking up my phone, I knew they were in the middle of their move. Either they are driving away (hopefully) or still loading the truck. Either way, our days of random 'help me I'm going crazy' breaks are over. Fortunately she's not leaving the state - she's just going up to Nevada City, which is about two and a half hours away. They are coming to stay with us for a night in a week for a birthday party. We're going to plan more camping trips and visits. But it won't be the same.
I know Tai won't really understand where Peter is, yet. I've told him that he moved, and that we will go on a long long drive to visit him... but I know he's going to miss seeing him at the playground.
A quick Tai and Peter story that I don't think I've told on here before:
About 6 months ago or so... maybe a bit less... Erika and I were carpooling to the Little Nature Explorers class in Glen Canyon. The boys were in the back, shrieking in a happy way. All of a sudden one of them (and I forget which) said, "Dot dot!" And when they did it, they pointed the first finger of both hands and tapped them in time to the words (easier to see than explain).
This quickly evolved into their own thing. Tai would say, "Dot dot, Peter!" and then Peter would say, "Dot dot!" Or, later, "Dot dot, baby!" Always with the fingers. And only ever when they were together, or getting together.
The last time Peter was coming over to visit, Erika said he was saying "Dot dot, baby!" the whole way here. I have no idea what it meant, or what made them think of it, but it was adorable. I am going to miss it.