Brandon is becoming a mama’s boy. I think it’s adorable. Steve doesn’t. I went out for drinks with my friend last night, and checked my phone halfway through. There were texts from Steve:
The same thing happened when I went for a run (my first run in a year – it was 2.5 exhausting miles) on Sunday. I was gone for 27 minutes (yes, I had to stop and walk) and came home to Brandon screaming bloody murder.
The second I pick him up, his tears subside and there are just little tear droplets left in the corners of his eyes.
Sometimes a baby just wants his mama. And it makes Monday the 25th that much harder for me to imagine – daycare day: letting Brandon go gracefully. I’m not sure which of us will cry harder.