I cried about it briefly last night but Bill said the right thing. He said, "It's like you are going for a swim. It takes you two hours to go swimming." He was right. I took the baby for a long walk this morning and it was a gorgeous rainy day. If you are wondering what that looks like, imagine a water color painting of a river with mist rising off of it and fall colors in the background. Beautiful. Then we came home, I showered quickly and Liam watched me blow dry my hair, we ate lunch, Liam went down for a nap and I rushed out the door as fast as possible. I was home again before he woke up.
The baby sports bibs now because he drools constantly and he is now constantly trying to get his fists in his mouth. Occasionally, he'll find his thumb which is seriously cute.
The only thing I missed while I was away was doing housework and that seems to always be there. Two hour days are perfect! Somehow I don't think my boss will let me keep that up though. Tomorrow night we take Liam to my work holiday party and on Saturday we are going to a pool party and I think little Liam might put on a speedo and go for a swim. I'm serious! I bought him a baby swim suit and there is a warm pool waiting for us. I can't wait to see him swim for the first time. By the way, the pool party is for a 50 year old. A bunch of people are doing 50 100s on 1:30. Not me for obvious reasons.
Posting more photos shortly...