Today, as I was going to get the boys into the car to send Micah to school, Max decided he would stay at home and play with the trains.
So Micah sat in the car seat at the back, all by himself. Usually Grandma and Max would be there with him, and Grandma would be fussing, trying to get them to take some breakfast and Max would be busy chatting away to himself and occasionally calling for Mommy's attention. There would be a friendly competition of who spots a train first or yelling out what characters of Cars they see on the road.
Today's ride was rather quiet. Micah would now and then ask about something that came to his mind, nothing really of what's on the road. Then we got Ee-Ee (my sister) and she help give Micah some porridge the rest of the way to his school.
My sis and I took our time over breakfast and then leisurely browsed a supermarket. I bought the boys some cereals and a packet of chips for Gadget-daddy's welcome home snack (to go with a kickapoo float while watching a movie tonight).
Picked Micah up from school at 12pm. He fed himself some porridge leftover from breakfast and then had his milk. By the time he finished his "lunch" we were at our street. Home sweet home.
While my sis were enjoying our no-fuss breakfast, Gadget-daddy called. I told him of Max staying home and I felt strangely bare without my little attachment.
Hahahaha... Looks like Mommy's having separation anxiety.
Yes, I missed my little one this morning. It was out of our routine.
He was glad to see me too, when we got back, but declared he did not cry for me.
Ahh... he's growing up so fast.
Then I asked him if he'd like to go out with us tomorrow or stay home and he said,
"Go out with us (you)."
There is comfort in routines for little ones as well as for Mommies. :)