Hayden had a pretty nasty work schedule at the beginning of the month. He was gone before the kids were up in the morning and didn’t get home till after they were in bed. Because I saw him every night, it didn’t register that the kids hadn’t really seen him much.
One night after he came home and was getting something to eat, our littlest one, started yelling from his crib, “Ma!…Ma!…Ma!” I had put him to bed at least 15 minutes before so I had no idea why he was up still.
Hayden said, “Go get him so I can see him. Just let him play for a bit.”
Usually I would not be down with that, but for some reason, it sounded kind of fun. So I ran upstairs to get my little dude.
The three of us hung out for an hour in the family room. It was felt so funny. I don’t know the last time the three of us had been alone together. West thought it was the greatest thing. He had mom and dad all to himself.
He decided to make us some food.
Then he decided to roll Hot Wheels under the chair.
Then he played with cars on a track.
Then he tried to cuddle with Daisy.
But she’s not a huge fan of West.
Then he wanted me to take a picture of his blankie, Tate.
then it was off to bed.
It was a sweet hour with just us three.
Oh, and Daisy too.