The older boy was also fascinated by my toes because they had been painted a terra cotta-y red.
He just couldn’t quite wrap his head around it and would sit next to me and run on finger up and down my big toenail like he was trying to rub the color off. It was sweet, frankly, and just a smidge weird, which is how the small ones are most of the time in their own charming ways.
All in all, it was a good visit. It was great to spend time with some people I’ve known for 20-plus years. It was also great to be reminded how far my kids have come. You forget what a blessing a solid eight hours of sleep can be — and it’s good to able to assure parents in the middle of the physical part of the process that it will change eventually.
Adrienne Martini is a freelance writer, instructor at the State University College at Oneonta, mom to Maddy and Cory, wife to Scott, and author of “Sweater Quest.” Her columns can be found at www.thedailystar.com/parentingimperfect.