I was originally going to call this "the end of the world." Because Monday was Jason's first back day at work from his little four week baby bonding vacation. But I survived. We survived..
Well. It actually wasn't that bad.
We didn't really do anything. Lily played on her own mostly. We watched tv, ate food, and I washed a heck of a lot of baby bottle paraphernalia. Around 5 o'clock we went outside- and it was still 73 degrees. At 5:15pm. On March 19. Winter.
Unbelievable.
Lily ran around in the yard and driveway while I stood (and sat) nearby with Noah strapped to my body. I don't think he could have cared any less about the weather. Or even that we were outside versus inside. He slept.
Lily chatted up our neighbor, telling him she was "going for a walk with mommy." Which she was.. On the way back, we passed an enormous dog being taken for a walk. Lily started calling him Sparky- and then continued to include him in our conversation the rest of the way home. I love the way that three year old's mind works. (Most of the time.) I love that she loves life.. makes me love it more too.
When Jason came home he told me I looked like a mom. "Ya," I told him, "it's weird.. I thought that several times today.. that I never felt so much like a mom." Like all of a sudden- and I don't know why.
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