I miss him.

So, it's 9pm on Thursday, do you know where your kids are? Mine is with his Jamma and I miss him terribly!

This weekend is Brady's work party, so we thought that we would send Nolan to stay with Jamma and Pop for the weekend...good idea and bad idea. I'm not good at saying bye to my baby, which I suppose is a good thing, but it's just too hard. We met Jamma and aunt Val in Hillsboro, and I just didn't want to let him go (until he pooped!). It doesn't make it easy either when he is crying cause he's sleepy and wants his mommy to rock him, so I had to just walk away and feel my heart shatter. I hate that feeling. Anyway, I know he's in great hands and I wouldn't have felt safe in finding a babysitter just for tomorrow. We love our Jamma!!!

So, now that the kids are away, what to do...? Why eat out at Ihop, of course! I know. Just point me towards the retirement home. It was good, although, like I told Brady, I'll regret eating there in the morning (actually, I already do). And, now I'm at home writing a blog about missing my son cause I don't know what else to do with myself. Blah.

I hope Jamma took pics of Nolan today, once they got home, cause he looked so cute!!! If you did, Jamma, email me so I can post them!

*sidenote*
there's another reason why I titled this post as "I miss him." When Brady and I pulled in tonight, we came through the garage, where my parents had left a box of things they brought me from my Grandma's house. Grandma passed away right before Nolan was born, and I'm still haveing trouble with that. So, I hadn't looked through it yet and still really haven't, but I picked up her green mixing bowl that she used to mix everything in, and came across my Grandpa's dominos. That took my breath away. Mom never told me that she found them, so at that moment, and right now, I am beside myself with the memories that fill my mind. Memories of us playing dominos and cards; Memories of Grandma getting mad at Grandpa for teaching me how to play those card games, only cause I wound up beating her; Memories of bingo; Memories. Memories of all my grandparents, but mostly this set of grandparents, who I spent everyday with. It's so hard to believe that they are gone. It's harder to realize that they don't know my son and my little family.

I guess my title should be "I miss them."

This is a hard time of year, but that's what makes my family stronger. I love you all, take care of each other.