I've been slacking on the blog this week, and I need to post about our special visit last weekend. I finally met my Great Grandpa. He came to visit all the way from Florida. I also got to meet my Great Aunt Sylvia; she's also from Florida. We all went out for lunch at the Olive Garden. We got a lot of great photos of the whole family. You can see them all on the Shutterfly Photo albums, but here are some highlights:
This was a tough week for me. I don't know what my problem was, but on Thursday morning when I got into work I was just so upset. I missed Preston SO much. On Wednesday night I had to stay late a work for an event, and by the time I got home Preston was already asleep (Thanks to Emily for babysitting!). I didn't get to do my night time routine with him, and I didn't get to nurse him to sleep like usual. I think that might have been part of the problem. In any case I was in tears at my desk every time I looked up at his picture, so I had to do something. I decided I just needed to see him, and at lunch time I went to visit him at daycare. Of course I called ahead and his teacher was happy to hold off on giving him his lunch for 10 minutes so that I could do it. It was SO good to spend those few minutes with him.
It's really hard having a child in daycare. I feel like I am missing out on the best parts of his day. I love him SO much, he's getting his own little personality, and I want to know every part of him. Can he give high fives? Can he wave bye-bye? What are the new sounds he is learning? What are his favorite daycare toys? How does he interact with Naomi? Connor? I try not to obsess about all these questions, and I like to chat with his teachers when I drop him off and pick him up. I get to hear a lot of stories, but I want to see it all first hand!
Now, on the weekends, I try to spend a lot of time with him: cuddling, playing, talking, etc. I feel like I have to cram a weeks worth of activity into 2 days.
I'm sure I'll find my balance again. Even after seeing him for a few minutes at lunch I felt a little better. I might try to go see him a lunch a few times a week.