I wrote this yesterday intending to post it last night, but due to lack of wireless internet in my hotel room, it did not get posted until this morning. I am in a much less whiny mood today, and am super-excited about seeing Miss Hannah and her father tonight.
I miss Hannah.
Melissa flew to Midland last Thursday morning, with Hannah, to spend the weekend. Hannah stayed in Midland, then rode to Austin with my parents yesterday. They are bringing her to Houston tomorrow afternoon.
This worked out great for Tanner and me. I am in DC this week for work and he has had inservice all week starting at 7 am. I am so lucky that my parents are able to provide us with so much help, I do not know how we would manage without them.
I have spent a lot of nights away from Hannah since she was about five months old. Friends have asked how I do it, or other mothers in music class have commented that they have not even spent a night away from their 18-month old. Reality is, I do it because I don't really have a choice, most of the time. My job involves travel, and I really don't mind it for the most part. The more I am traveling, the higher the likelihood is that I am working on something interesting and exciting. I am also blessed with saints of a mother and a sister that make it manageable for us, Hannah has spent almost every night away from us with one of them, and I know that she could not be in better hands.
This is my seventh day away from Hannah. It is not even the first time that I have spent more than a week apart from her. About a month ago, Tanner and I spent eight days in Hong Kong. I missed her like crazy, but was working constantly and experiencing a new city, so the time flew by.
This time it has dragged. Tanner and I had a great date night Saturday night and enjoyed some much need down time, but spent a lot of the weekend at home, where she was noticeably absent. Then this trip to DC has been fairly slow. I worked until 730 or so last night, then headed back to the hotel, ordered room service and watched a depressing movie in my tiny hotel room. I just look at the pictures and videos my parents have sent me over and over again, assured that she is happy and doing well, but all the same missing her and wondering if she wonders where I am. I hear about all of the new words that she is saying, and hate that I am missing hearing them. And I know that it is irrational, but I feel like whenever I am gone she has these huge language advancements and I worry that I am not talking to her enough or stimulating her enough or in the best way...that in some way she is better off when I am not her primary caregiver.
Anyway, enough about me... Here is what Hannah has been up to with her grandparents this week (thanks to GrandJackie, Granddaddy and Aunt Melissa for all the iphone photos and videos):
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| With Nana at airport |
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| Mom's "child-proofing" of the coffee table |
Reading with Nana
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| More reading with Nana |
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| Eating breakfast |
Playing hide and seek
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| Not going to bed |
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| Playing with Landry |
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| At Keene's Birthday Party |
Jumping on the trampoline
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| Headed to church |
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| Playing at the Park |
Must be hard to walk in the sand
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| And more eating |
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| And laughing |
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| Enjoying her play kitchen |
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| At Chuck E Cheese with Landry and Lucas |
Eating ice cream
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| Helping with the close of Aunt Melissa's house |
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| Sleeping on the car ride to Austin |
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| Singing on the car ride to Austin |
Exploring the condo
Enjoying the Austin Children's Museum
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