...three days ago, I boarded a plane for Connecticut for a work conference. For three days, I slept ten hours a night, ordered room service, read an advanced reader copy of this, actually watched the news and learned that there's oil in the gulf, jake and vienna split (shocker), and there was a really long tennis match. I left the toilet seat up because there were no little hands exploring. I took long, hot showers and didn't worry about what I could be accomplishing instead of showering (I know all moms have thought this). I shaved my legs every day. I spread myself from one side of the bed to the other.
But I missed him every minute of every day. Even when I was devouring my second Three Muskateer from the vending machine.
Days with grandma = no pants days. (See our little walker? He is timidly toddling along).
Thanks to my mom for entertaining, feeding, and getting up way earlier than her usual 9 a.m. to care for our peanut. But really, who wouldn't want to spend three days with this face?
I couldn't get home fast enough today. It took all my willpower to stay in the backseat of the cab as he inched along in traffic. I just wanted to get home. Just wanted to be home. So glad I am home.
...Jenn left a comment on a previous Charmer post about how she would be sad when there weren't any pictures of Charmer here any longer. So I decided to make sure that never happened. On the right, you'll see a "Best of Charmer" album. I've also updated my scrapbooking album, updated my etsy links, watered the plants, and cleaned the toilets.
...gone are the days of throwing a towel, some sunscreen, a bottle of water, and a trashy magazine into a bag and dashing off to the pool.
Here to stay are the days of prepping. Swimmer diaper. Swim trunks and swim top. Sunscreen SPF 4,000. Sun hat and swim shoes. Clean diaper and clothes. Pool toys and lunch. Sippy cups and pacifiers for the meltdowns. Good friends who need to update their blog who are better prepared than you and don't laugh when you ask, "What do you do with him now?"
I definitely didn't thank my mother enough.
(And yes, questionable as to whether or not the entire experience was worth it since this was his expression most of the time there).
...charlie slept unusually late this morning. (I, of course, was up a whole annoying two hours earlier). And you know when that happens, you will go to the depths of the earth to figure out why he slept two hours later today than he did yesterday. In my sleep-deprived mind, I figured it was because his room was REALLY dark this morning because it was raining.
Now, we have the room-darkening shades, but they aren't perfect and when the sun comes up, a small amount of light starts to leak in the sides.
So tonight, I decided it would be a good idea to duct tape up some bath towels over Charlie's windows. Brilliant, right? It was dark, dark, dark in there. Later, I'm sitting downstairs, working away, when all of a sudden I hear what sounded like an extraordinarily loud sniffle from the monitor. Oh yes, my towels are falling down one by one. If that doesn't wake him up, surely the sunlight streaming in at 5:00 a.m. will.
...I need the Cliffs Notes on this season. Basically, I have a dear friend moving close who I spent many nights with at the beginning of The Bachelor (when they really were the most dramatic rose ceremonies ever) and we plan on reuniting for the season finale.
Who's crazy? Who's cute? Who should I root for? All I know is I tried to watch this week's episode and there was some guy singing about a helicopter. And I barfed.