Oct 24, 2011
I spent a few days last week and this past weekend in Atlanta at an IB conference. This is probably the most time I've spent away from my girl so far, and I will admit that I was pretty sad when I dropped her off at daycare on Wednesday morning knowing that I wouldn't pick her up that afternoon. Instead, I would be on my way to teacher brain overload.
I missed my little family so much, but it was really nice to do a little shopping, eat way too much Italian food, and then crash into my pillow-fort (preggo heaven!) to keep up with the Kardashians for a little while. And, yes, of course, I learned some new instructional techniques and shared some valuable teacher-talk with a few ladies from Canada. All well and good, mission accomplished.
I was only gone for maybe four days, but, I swear, when I came back, Cara was talking so much more and her sentences were making more sense, and I felt like I missed something! In barely four days! How did this happen??
The most awesome part of being gone is definitely coming back home. It just confirms, without a doubt, how amazing my hubby is and how adorably funny my child is. For example, this happened at dinner:
me: Cara, how old are you?
C: two years old
me: so, how many bites of spaghetti do you have to eat before you can get down?
C: too, too many!
We laughed. Really hard. And then we put her to bed and listened to her sing along to "Bibbity Bobbity Boo" on the baby monitor. We died of cuteness.