Bittersweet

It's hard to believe I just left my precious son, boarded a plane, and flew a gazillion miles from his smiles. I pretty much cried the whole way back to Chicago after a few very bittersweet days in Philadelphia with one hairy baby daddy and a few select amigos from our life and times back in PA. Mama is not good at this separation thing. Not at least, for two weeks! Court ordered visits are one thing, but leaving a baby with a man who thinks that pizza is a food group is a stretch. Hopefully that Elmo soup I asked him to buy will make it into our son's little belly.
My sweet son. We were just getting used to life at Paparoni and Nonnie B's and getting into a routine. I suppose we'll make it through these days and someday the meaning of all this madness will be revealed. This too, shall pass. But for now, I am lonesome for the little boy who fills my heart with everlasting love and fills my mind with cheesy show tunes from sesame street.
Diego's favorite songs right now are all really fun to sing with him. He has a great little sway that he starts up the minute he hears these few words from a certain green monster..."O, I love trash..." He loves music and is full of special requests:
"Mama to sing Elmo loves wild aminals; Big Bird Song; buh buh Banana..."
we do a lot of singing together, and we do a lot of hugging, too. I miss those little strong hugs right now. This week is going to feel slow as molasses, I can just tell.