The last few days it had been just me and the little man. (I hadn't advertised that, cuz you know, burglars? But the hubs was away on a leadership conference for work and the older two hooligans went to stay with their grandparents) They are all back safe and sound now, and the volume level has once again gone through the roof. As it should be around here.
We didn't do much. We snuggled and slept, went to a SuperBowl party (Where I ate lots of bad food and J was passed around and snuggled until his heart's content. Because he can't not be held. Or he screams. Loud.) and we also went grocery shopping before the Superbowl party. This was not the smartest thing I've ever done. Apparently everyone and their football-loving uncle go shopping right before the Superbowl starts. This is proven by the fact that the chip aisle was missing all the chips.
He slept pretty good (and in his own bed!) while it was just us. I think he knows he has his daddy wrapped around his finger and can get into our bed just by making those cute little squeaky noises in the wee-hours of the morning. Mommy is a little bit meaner. (Or maybe it's just that I slept with that kiddo in my belly for 38 weeks, and it's daddy's turn?)
Either way, we had a good few days together. Some fun bonding time just the two of us. But I'm glad to have my whole bunch back together. I've learned from the past few days quiet that as much as I like quiet...I don't really like when it's quiet for but so long. :)
The last is for Sweet Shot.