A Week Without Daddy

Last week The Boy went to Munich. ALL WEEK!!!  It was the longest business trip he's taken and I was worried about how I was going to handle The Babe all by myself for five days. I know that sounds horrible because he's my kid and I feel like a terrible mom when I get frustrated with him. He's at that age where he wants what he wants the way he wants it, but he isn't really able to communicate it yet. He gets frustrated with himself and then he gets frustrated with me and then I get frustrated with him ... Let's just say that there is a lot of counting to ten in our house these days. I also know that I am lucky. Five days is nothing, really. There are so many women and men out there taking care of their kids all by themselves with little or no help from anyone. How they do it, day in and day out, I have no idea. 

Here are some random pics from our Week Without Daddy...

1. Having one of the few things he will eat these days: pasta. 2. Are those little red buds I see against the big blue sky?    

3. So tired he fell asleep on the bathroom floor while waiting for his bath. 

4. Homemade pizza. Half for him, half for me. Guess which half is mine... 

5. The Babe has the. best. morning hair. 6. He likes to put his toys in the sink. 

Tupperware + water = a very long bath

Yes, we missed Valentine's Day, but I had Galentine's Day instead.  I had some friends over for a movie night. We watched BRIDESMAIDS, which, believe it or not, I hadn't seen. It was hilarious. (Melissa McCarthy will always be Sookie St James to me, but she was absolutely hysterical.)  I made chicken tortilla soup and we snacked on the yummiest cookies and chocolate covered strawberries. The Babe was reasonably well behaved the entire week. He even slept through the night without getting up TWICE - something he hasn't done since before New Year's. So even though I dreaded it and we missed The Boy terribly, it went pretty well, I think. And when Daddy came home, he came bearing gifts : yummy chocolate for me and postcards of the moon, balloons, an airplane, and a street trolly for The Babe. The Babe walked around with his airplane postcard all day, pointing to it and saying enthusiastically "PLAANE!"

I taped them up over his bed.  

As a reward for being such a good little man while his daddy was gone, he and I had a snack date at our favorite cafe on Tuesday. I got a glimpse of a my big boy as my little boy sat quietly in his own chair, enjoying his chocolate croissant and looking out the window, watching the world go by. 

Time is going to fly by, isn't it?