It was just a regular weekend, sort of. Young Master Corbin was starting his early, however, on a Thursday night. Granny and Grandpa came to pick him up. He jubilantly ran to the white mini van to embark a weekend of Blackberry & Apple picking, visiting Auntie Ros and Uncle Brad, visiting the British Columbia Forest Museum, riding the rails and all the other assorted activities that accompany a weekend in Cobble Hill.
Meanwhile, back in Victoria his parents prepared for a weekend of nesting. The plan: to transform what was previously an office into a toy room. In the true spirit of while you were out, two coats of paint were applied in less than 24 hours. Curtains were changed, shelves were hung, vinyl lettering applied to walls, toy storage units were completed & all of Corbin’s toys moved & organized in the brand new space.
Corbin’s father, Loch, diligently responded to his wife’s maddening requests. Corbin’s mother, Christie, stayed up until 1:00am on Saturday night only to rise the next morning at 8:00am to continue with her obsessive nesting instincts. Seriously, it was sad and, well, quite frankly frightening to watch her as she did the eight-month-pregnant-scurry-shuffle throughout the house moving toys, books, puzzles, dolls, legos, trains, etc. She even got a bit too serious about keeping organized and tidy while the work was going on. She could be seen chasing after the most remote specks of dust, dirt, grime & cat hair; vacuuming up things that nobody else could see.
However; by 5:30pm when Young Master Corbin returned from his weekend away, the room was complete and the house tidy.
Perhaps it was that he picked up on his mother’s crazed energy or maybe he’s just completely in tune with the universe. But, that small human entered the house, climbed the stairs and had a very distinct look on his face – like he expected change. He couldn’t put his finger on it.
“Corbin, what are you looking for?”
“My train puzzle.”
He found said train puzzle in the basket of books under the fireplace hearth. One basket that had not been touched by the nesting mother bird. He played with the puzzle for about ten minutes. Then, he went to his bedroom. It had been pillaged.
“Where are my trains?” He looked gravely concerned.
“I moved them,” said his mother, “would you like to see where they are?”
She led him to the closed door of the toy room. Inside his father sat quietly waiting to get the moment of surprise and delight on camera. Corbin’s mother opened the door. Corbin stepped in. Still fixated on his earlier inquiry, he said “Where are my trains?”
Corbin never did have that incredible moment of shock and delight that we have come to expect from HGTV reruns of “While You Were Out,” but he did spend the evening designing a new track layout with his mother and looking through the storage bins to see where all his precious things had been placed.