Our Week Ahead

I'm currently soaking up all the time I can with you. You see, I have been dealing with this achy heart feeling for the last couple weeks of what is to come starting tomorrow for me.  It's my first work trip away from you.  Our original plan had been to buy a plane ticket for your Dad and then we'd all go as a family.  However, when we checked the websites, we realized the tickets were well over $1000 and then we started thinking about bringing you all the way to DC and if it was just better for you to stay home at this point.  So tomorrow, I leave for DC and my heart aches just thinking about the 5 days I will be away from you.  I will be rather busy with work and I took extra stuff to get done at night, in the hopes that I can catch myself up while I'm away from you and then be able to head home on time in the weeks to come.  None the less, I think it will be a weird feeling to not sleep in the same house as you or know at the end of the day I will see your smiling face in person and get to hold/feed you.  Dad and I have set up skype on my phone so we can have daily calls and I can see you.  Plus you will have plenty of visitors this week to help your Dad out (although he's got it all down, so I'm sure he'd be fine without the help too).  But little man, I'm so worried that you will grow way too much while I am gone and I will miss out on a lot of things, not to mention, what if you do not recognize me when I return.  Yet I know that there will be work trips in the years to come and the first one was inevitable, so I will get it over with now and be rather excited to return home to see you on Friday!  Plus, as Grandma Jean always reminds me, it's the quality of time I spend with you, not the quantity. 

I know you and Dad will have a great time while I am away...here is a daily occurrence with you and Dad...he sure likes to get in that playmat and play with you!

Here is one more picture that just makes me laugh.  I had run downstairs to do some laundry so I could finish up my packing for the trip this week and I came up to find you had scooted your little butt in a matter of 2 minutes.  You played like that for another 30 minutes and then got a little frustrated about not being able to continue to turn yourself.  (as a note, when I put you down on the playmat, your legs were coming out of the opening to your right)