A Quiet Weekend
My little man is gone. As I type, Ian is spending his first weekend away from home; he is staying with his grandmother in Marshall; Ian will be gone the entire weekend – we don’t pick him up until Monday morning. What am I going to do with a full weekend without Ian around? It honestly took me at least a half an hour to let him leave with my mother. I know he is going to be alright, but he was put into a car that drove off without me. Call me hormonal if you want, but I did tear up. I started crying again when I got home and went into our bedroom and noticed the crib. It was 9pm and Ian wasn’t sleeping in it. He wasn’t in the apartment at all. I have been with Ian every hour since he was born. That’s 3 months – or 13 weeks or 88.5 days or 2129 hours – of being constantly with him and now I’m expected to spend 72 hours without him. My arms feel empty.
Okay, I’ll admit, I am being hormonal about this, but I haven’t been in an apartment where he wasn’t there as well. He has been attached to me for a year now (literally considering he was inside me for 9.5 months) and now that he isn’t here, it’s odd and kind of feels wrong.
oh wow girl-you are going through withdrawl bad!
We had so much fun with Ian and completely enjoyed every minute while we had him this past weekend. He was such a good boy! On Saturday night the 3 of us were sitting on the couch watching TV, Grandpa Jerry burped – Ian’s eyes got big, he looked at Grandpa and then broke out in the biggest grin. That turned into a game, Grandpa would burp and then Ian would grin at him. Then Grandpa didn’t burp, so since Ian was watching him and waiting for the burp, Ian grinned at Grandpa and he would do that until Grandpa burped :-). It was funny to watch them.
Nana was being a proud grandma – we took Ian to Ron Behrenwald’s farewell party to show him off to our co-workers. Ian was a hit, everyone thought he was the most precious thing. Ian had a great time enjoying all the attention and the oohs and ahhs.