So This Is What Goes On When I’m Not Around

Every Wednesday, Bastien spends the day with Grandma B while I’m at work, and then has dinner with Grandma, Grandpa and Daddy while I teach yoga. When I finally get home after these hours and hours of separation from my baby, I naturally bombard Jim with questions, looking for just a snippet of enlightenment on our son’s day. And every week, details are sparse, at best. Then I am forced to eat an entire bag of chocolate chips and mourn the hours of my son’s life that I will never get back.

So last night Jim finally attempted to capture the Wednesday night experience for me. What I got were about a gazillion pictures on the iphone of Bastien eating. Heartily. And messily. Hm. So I guess Wednesdays are pretty much exactly like every other day of his life. Fascinating. Guess I better start looking for another excuse for all that chocolate. Like the fact that my abandoned son DOESN’T MISS ME ONE IOTA.