I have been almost completely house bound for the last 3 weeks. It has been less than easy for me. I am use to being on the go all the time. I am use to taking little man to playdates, moms group, and so on. He's been loving staying in his PJ's pretty much every day and now almost hates leaving the house.
Yesterday it came to me that these are my last few days with just him and I at home. It will no longer just be him and I at home but there will be another little one added to the mix. It made me realize that I need to take more time and read to him or let him play with the play dough and not freak out about the mess it makes. (I cringe every time it comes out). I need to play super heros more even if being on the floor is not the most comfortable place for me.
I have less than 6 weeks left of this and then we are free to get out till she comes. I'm looking forward to getting out again with him but for now we'll enjoy books, super heros, and play dough. It will all be worth it when she comes and I know I will look back on these days and cherish all this time we have had together at home.
