Passing Time..

Saturday
To be completely honest I was kind of dreading this day..I'll tell you why. We had agreed to have Nicolas go to his Grammy's house. (ALL afternoon) Not a bad thing, I just knew it would be hard for me. I'm such a gushy pansy when it comes to my son. I'm so attached. I knew he'd be ok and have a blast hanging out with her. There were no worries on how he would be. The only anxiety came from my end. (Raise your hand if you're an over-protective-obsessive-momma-bear) ME right here! 

This morning I started a new tradition for Nicolas. We went to a local Barnes & Noble for Storytime. It was great..well as great as it could have been with an 18month old. We got there a little early so I let him play with the Thomas train table. (Mental note ::again:: that we should get one) There were other kids that were playing with it, at different times. Of course Nicolas wanted to play with whatever train they had. Or where they were playing. Bully? No, I guess not, kids just capture his attention. He wants to be one of the cool kids and do what they do. Finally we were lonesome at the table so I could snap some pictures of my handsome guy without other parents giving me awkward looks. (Look at this first-time-mom type looks) Whatever!

What a stud!

 Story time started shortly after..I had him sit on my lap. Well whatever room that is left of my lap given that I have a ginormous belly these days. The lady read three stories. During the first he sat still and listened. (Whew) During the second, he squirmed so I gave him his water and he settled. This is a cake walk. During the third book, he started wiggling again, so I busted out the crackers. Those only lasted a second. He started trying to break free to run a muck. Thankfully the last book wasn't long at all and before I knew it, she was done. (Whaahoo) I picked out two new books (because we're both obsessed with reading) from the bargain section and off we went.

 Before heading home we stopped quickly at another store to pick up a few things and then we were home bound. I knew Nicolas would be more than ready for his nap by then. Sure enough he was even dozing off in the car when we were just down the street. 


We got in the door. I got him some milk. Laid him down. It was almost as if I had just given him energy juice because he was laughing, talking, and playing away in his bed for about an hour before falling asleep. 


Before I knew it. The time came. When we (my mother in law and I) woke him up and got him ready to leave for the afternoon. (WAHHHHH) 


You'd think it was the first time I'd been away from him. NOPE. I'm just that much of a woose. Say what you may. I don't care. I hate being away from him. 


As soon as they left. I broke down into tears. I tried my very hardest not to. But I did. So I called my husband who was at work. I sobbed to him for a minute or two. Then tried desperately to occupy my mind. 

Enjoyed some Lumpia for lunch

While I caught up on some of my shows. SVU can you tell??

Then, painted my nails. Something I can't normally do during the day :)

 Afterward, I did some baby shower decoration prep and went to the Hobby Lobby to wander aimlessly. Before I knew it, the time was nearing when my baby would be home again! I was overwhelmed with excitement! I couldn't wait to see him as crazy as it sounds, after all it had only been a few hours. 


Somewhere during the afternoon, I talked with my grandma on the phone. Who, when I told her that Nicolas was gone and I was sad we were apart, she said to me "Mi Hija, say no more, I know exactly what you're feeling." I guess it's a common feeling mom's tend to share. Made me feel better that I wasn't crazy and alone in this. 


Needless to say when he got out of the car, I swooped him up, told him over and over how much I missed him and bombarded him with kisses. 


I'm such a sap. It really wasn't as bad as I thought it would be for me (if you can believe it from reading this). I say this now, but I'm sure I'll cry again next Saturday. 

Maybe not. But let's not push my luck.