Life Without Wyatt . . . Again

So, I left Wyatt at Nana's on Friday afternoon so that I could get some stuff done at home.

Saturday morning, we spent the morning together while Daddy worked. Then, when Scott got home, he said Aunt BB was coming to take Wyatt for a few hours.

So, I got up to pack a bag for the afternoon. The normal stuff, a change of clothes, a bottle of Gatorade, a handful of diapers and Bob-Bob.

Then, Aunt BB called to say she wanted him to spend the night. Back to repacking the bag. He now needed more than one change of clothes, some jammies, more Gatorade, more diapers, an extra sippy cup and Georgie (his favorite pillow) and one of his favorite blankets.

So, what did Scott and I do without Wyatt? We went to dinner with Toby and Cheryl. Then, we decided to go to Big Lots . . . we were bored. That turned into going to Lowe's, which turned into . . . you guessed it, going to Wal-Mart.

By the time we got home, it was after 9:30 . . . that's pretty late for us.

I expected that Wyatt would come home around noon today. Scott went fishing and I worked on my MySpace page. Not long before noon, Aunt BB called to say that she wanted to keep him until 3:30 or 4:00 because he was invited to a birthday party for one of her nieces.

I went back to my MySpace page, did some laundry, did some dishes, made some homemade cinnamon rolls. I went BACK to Wal-Mart to do my actual shopping. It was nerve-wracking. I really didn't want to leave the house to start with. I decided to go at noon . . . it was really busy and lots of crying kids.

I came home, made some more cinnamon rolls, worked on uploading more pictures . . . did some general chores around the house.

Just as I sat down to write my blog (about 5 hours ago), Scott wanted me to go get gas for the mower.

By the time I got back and was pouring the caramel sauce over the last batch of cinnamon rolls, Aunt BB showed up with Wyatt.

Poor guy. He was exhausted! And he was happy to see us. I fed a good dinner (he had worked up an appetite) and gave him a bath. He had two sippy cups of milk and fell asleep in my arms.

It was so sweet . . . and he smelled so good. It was hard for me to put him in his crib.