Nolan and I spent Thursday through Sunday afternoon flying solo.
Thursday and Friday he was home sick and accompanied me while I worked, playing at my feet.
Hahaha. Like what I did there? Accompanied me while I worked, playing at my feet.
Accompanied me while I worked is a euphemism for: screamed into the phone while I fielded call after call trying to hit a deadline (Thank GOD for awesome co-workers and working with people who know what it's like to have little ones - especially sick little ones.)
And playing at my feet is a euphemism for: kept himself busy destroying my office. He unloaded all of my office supplies, tore apart my bill sorting system, spread the piles of "to be shredded" all over the floor, and pulled down the curtain, rod and all.
But Friday night through Sunday afternoon were all ours as the big boys all headed up to the cabin for the weekend. We slept in, had breakfast together, did some chores, worked on converting closets to spring/summer, went to Target, and to bed early. Oh, and I even started writing his birth story (finally!) I had planned on using this time to return some phone calls and catch up with some friends but instead I spent the whole weekend soaking up this kid.
It's not very often that I get to spend one-on-one time with Nolan. As a third child you'd think he might have been lost without his big brothers around. Quite the contrary. He was so independent and such a happy little guy. It was so fun to watch his personality explode. And while his personality exploded, my heart exploded.
You know when you love your child so much you just can't imagine loving them anymore? And then you fall in love with them all over again?