Philip and I decided to take a little vacation in early December to New York City, and it was my first time away from Cooper for the night. I was nervous about it, mostly just because I knew I would miss him. He stayed with my parents for the long weekend, so I knew everyone would be fine. It was me that I was worried about! Luckily when we dropped him off we had to keep moving to get to the airport, so I didn't have time to sit and get sad. (We dropped off enough diapers, clothes, and toys to last for months!) So, I gave a quick kiss and big hug and jumped in the car before too many tears fell. Cooper, however, wasn't at all sad. He was itching to get out of my arms so he could go play with Poppi!
So, we were off to NYC! We stayed with my cousins, Brian and Claire, who live in Brooklyn. I don't have too many pictures, but this captures our trip--full of good meals, music, NYC at Christmas, and most importantly, time with family.
Yep, that's Philip singing Christmas carols with the choir outside of St. Patrick's cathedral.
By the time Monday rolled around, I was so ready to see my baby! When we finally returned to my parents house, I think I jumped out of the car before Philip even put it in park. My mom had warned me that sometimes children punish you after you've left them for a little bit, so "don't be upset if he doesn't instantly run to you," she kept warning me. When Cooper first saw me after I walked in the door, he had the biggest eyes I had ever seen--like eyes of amazement. He slowly reached for me and kept staring at me with those huge eyes and, not exactly a smile, but more like an open mouth of, well, amazement. It was as if he was saying, "are you really standing here?!" It was pretty cute. After a few minutes of staring, while I couldn't stop kissing him, he started showing me everything at my parents house, another thing my mom had said he would do. He showed me the stairs, the kitties, the dog, his toys, his kitchen drawer, the big tv...everything, like I had never been there before.
Yep, that's Philip singing Christmas carols with the choir outside of St. Patrick's cathedral.
By the time Monday rolled around, I was so ready to see my baby! When we finally returned to my parents house, I think I jumped out of the car before Philip even put it in park. My mom had warned me that sometimes children punish you after you've left them for a little bit, so "don't be upset if he doesn't instantly run to you," she kept warning me. When Cooper first saw me after I walked in the door, he had the biggest eyes I had ever seen--like eyes of amazement. He slowly reached for me and kept staring at me with those huge eyes and, not exactly a smile, but more like an open mouth of, well, amazement. It was as if he was saying, "are you really standing here?!" It was pretty cute. After a few minutes of staring, while I couldn't stop kissing him, he started showing me everything at my parents house, another thing my mom had said he would do. He showed me the stairs, the kitties, the dog, his toys, his kitchen drawer, the big tv...everything, like I had never been there before.I don't have a picture of our reunion, but this is how I felt.
Our first few days back at home, getting back into our routine were a little difficult. Coop was fussier than usual and would not let me out of his sight, so I just gladly gave him a little extra TLC.
