Yesterday was my first day home alone - and, ironically, was also the day of the most visitors and phone calls. My hubby called to check in on me, some girls from work came over (with a cookie cake in hand!!), Aunt Donna called, Kelly called to chat, Tina and the kids came over and then Fred and Elliot got home. I loved it!!
As I sit here typing, Elliot is in his crib screaming with defiance to adjust that snarky little attitude of his this morning.
I hate that I can't be the one to rescue him. I'm in the midst of this strict no hold, no carry, no pick up (virtually, no interaction at all) thing with him, doctor's orders. And, I don't think my belly and its missing parts could handle it.
Fred is currently negotiating with Elliot that he will NOT do anything cool, fun or exciting while he naps if he'd just nap. HA. I think Elliot knows that as soon as his little eyes shut we're out in the living room having truck races, playing in the sink and painting like crazy. He's on to us. We've been blown.