More and more, when we leave our home, Cooper just wants to turn around and head back. Even when we’re doing something fun he usually slows down for a moment to tell me that he misses our home.
I’m the exact. same. way.
Even when I was in Portland this weekend with my willing husband, without our kids, visiting a camera store (one of the happiest places on earth!) and having lunch at one of our favorite restaurants BC (before children), my emotions pulled me toward home.
So it shouldn’t surprise me that when Cooper is down in the dumps, he finds comfort in staying close to me and what is familiar. The other day he wasn’t feeling too hot, and he just wanted to sit on the counter and watch me cook, while his brothers ran wild.
So, there he sat. Keeping me company, intently watching my every move, helping and visiting.
Until he disobeyed me one too many times, and his bouncy ball almost got lost under the gas burner.
A little boy can only stay out of trouble for so long.
Anyway, we’re homebodies, and that suits us just fine.