It’s just the Q-man and me this week. Hubs left for Malaysia on business Saturday night, so we spent a great day together as a family that afternoon before his midnight flight. We went out for lunch and walked around a cute little downtown area near San Francisco.
It was a perfect day. Sunny and just a tiny bit crisp. The sidewalks were clogged with early holiday shoppers, families and strollers, dogs on leashes. Q had a great view of it all from his perch on Daddy’s shoulders. We stopped for ice cream on the way back to the car, and our exhausted little boy fell promptly fell asleep in his car seat.
Hubs has gone on several business trips over the years, but for some reason this one is a little harder for me. He’s never been this far away before, and now that we have Quinn… I’m a worry-wart. I know he’ll be fine, and Q and I will be fine. I just get anxious when it will take him a long time to get home in case of an emergency. And if anything happened to him over there… Okay, I need to stop now. Moving on…
Grandma Mary came over on Friday to play with Quinn, armed with some “big boy toys” for my little guy. He’s really into the new activity table. It encourages him to sit up by himself for longer periods and to push himself back up when he tips over. He spent a lot of time in front of that table this weekend.
So after meeting a good friend for coffee on Sunday, Q and I came home and he played with his new big boy toy for the longest time.
Of course, he has to pull out all of his other toys first. Once they are properly strewn about the room, then he can get concentrate on his chosen toy.
Nights like this are my favorite. The weekend is winding down. Quinn is calm and happily playing. The house is quiet with soft music in the background. Toys cover the floor, but that’s okay. There is profound peace in this chaos. The only thing missing is my Hubs.