I went away on business for a few days this week. I flew out to Germany on Sunday night and returned home on Wednesday evening. So….three days away. The longest time I have been away from home since Baby A was born.
Great isn’t it? A bit of peace and quiet, less stress…no more crying, no fighting to make him drink milk. And hey, no housework to do. Actually, no….it wasn’t that great. I know it was only a few days but I really found myself missing him. Oh yeah…..and Mummy A of course.
I felt like I was going to miss something really important. What if he spoke a word other than “ooh eh”? Or managed to finally roll over? (Which he did manage to do. He wasn’t very happy though as unfortunately he couldn’t roll back the other way…)
So it was with great excitement that I came back home. I saw Mummy A sitting on the sofa and started looking round for him.
“Oh I see,” Mummy said jokingly, “Now that you’ve got him, I’m number 2 now am I?!”
At least….I think she was joking. Hey, I couldn’t help it. Of course, I was excited to see her too…..honest. Anyway, I found him in a very good mood. He was looking very cute in his blue dungarees (incidentally, I tend to think dungarees are a hideous piece of fashion – but babies somehow always look cute in them).
I picked him up and he gave me a big smile. I’d like to believe he was excited to see me.
“Oooh eh,” he said to me, “Aiiooo”.
“Yeah,” I agreed, “Me too.
