I've been spending most of my free time having little conversations with this guy.
It's pretty amazing to hear the little person who was once your little baby, having a full blown conversation with you, or anyone else who will listen.
He knows exactly what he wants: most of the time that includes his Spiderman boots, a baseball cap (which he insists on wearing backward) and his Cars Pajamas or Hoodie.
He can play outside for hours. `
When he wakes up on the weekend mornings, he rolls over and kisses me on the cheek.
He loves to "help" me clean.
He watches "Cars" every night before bed.
He keeps telling me that he is a "baby" and not a "big boy."
He can hear and see an airplane way before anyone else does, I think he has some sixth sense.
He sits in the car and tells me the color of EVERY truck that passes by.
Today, he woke up early, lifted his head off of the bed and saw me all ready for work. He cried and said "No go to work Mommy. Stay here, Lay down." And, it broke my heart. Even though I love my job, that little conversation made me so sad. I'm pretty much at the point where I envy anyone who gets to stay home with their kids, and I know that I shouldn't because I honestly do feel blessed to have the job that I do, but I miss him. So I've got guilt coming from every direction. Does it ever get easier?
Awww, Nic!! He is such a cutie and is growing so fast!!
It'll get easier for the both of you. HUGS!!!
Posted by: Rachael | March 27, 2009 at 10:38 PM