Some days it’s easier than others. It looks like Mondays will be harder. We had such a love-ly weekend that when I dropped Kyle off this morning I felt sick as I walked to my car. He swaggered to the gate and kissed me through the bars. He kissed my lipstick off. Because when he kisses me it’s more like he’s taking a big sloppy bite of my face. (See previously posted pics.) I don’t remember feeling such physical longing even when enduring a long-distance love affair.
I did get my long-awaited baby smush and sniff. Kyle and I visited baby Luke yesterday. When we arrived his Mama was burping him and her back was to us. As I walked around to her side, I was so surprised by the sight of the baby. Like the reason for our visit was not yet real to me. He was so TINY. I can’t remember Kyle ever being that small. (In truth, he probably wasn’t, but at least it was the same ballpark.) Mama let me change his diaper and swaddle him and hold him close for a long time. I am sure I freaked her right out with my manhandling of her 4 day old baby. I wanted to remember what it felt like to have such a small baby in my arms. Once we settled down he became more than “a baby” – he was a little person, named Luke, whom I can forever taunt with quotes from Star Wars. I was so lucky to get to hold him so early in his life.
Meanwhile, my child was the picture of cuteness and good behavior. I had worried that we would be at Luke’s house for 10 minutes and then have to leave because my whirling dervish would be climbing on furniture and smacking the baby around. Not only was he not interested in the baby AT ALL, but he was also Mr. Angel all of a sudden. He had his little rascally smile on his face at all times. I was so proud of him.
As I drove through our neighborhood I saw two cars that had busted windows. I spotted one yesterday too. Seems there is a rash of car window vandalism or at least a very perplexing car virus. I had the nagging thought that I should call the cops about the broken car I saw yesterday, and I am sorry that I ignored it. Maybe my other 2 neighbors would not be cursing the vandals today. Oh, for a simpler, safer time.
It is always hardest for us, also, to part after having a couple or few days together. I, too, miss snuggling a wee wittle newborn in my arms.
Thanks for the compliment on my photo. Yes I took it. Since you live in SoCal I would LOVE to be able to come take one of you next time your pregnant, but it’s unlikely to happen. Man I miss my regular visits to your neck of the woods.