This week, my husband had a lecture in the UK, which also happens to be where his family resides. We would have normally tagged along, but airfare is steep for a family of four, so he decided to just take our older son, Mr G.

That meant that D, my younger son, and I have been home without them this week. It also happened to be the last week of school--a 3-day week--so that meant plenty of time together without big brother and Daddy.

Though I tried to give D lots of treats, took him to see "Up", visited the water sprinkler park, and set up playdates, D still really missed his other half of the family. He often asked if we're going to pick up Mr G if we're going somewhere in the car, and one night in the supermarket, he cried, "I wanna go home and see Daddy and Mr G, and give them a hug."

Later in the week, he said that "Spoogee," our car, "misses Mr G and Daddy, but I don't miss Mr G and Daddy." Which I took to mean that he's adjusting to their absence, but I think we both can't wait till the other 1/2 of the family comes home in a few days.