I got the idea of writing about my days with Casey from another mum. You see, Mondays are OUR days. I get to spend all day with my son as I stay home from work. It is the only day I fully dedicate to him. As sad as it is to say, when I was dedicating my every day off to Casey, I couldn’t help but feel burned out and resentful. I had no days to recharge or reset. Eventually, Mike and I hired a nanny to buy ourselves personal time. But on Mondays, Casey has my full attention. I don’t get any chores done and I don’t make a to-do list. I’ll flutter around the house tidying up or take a shower during the occasional nap, but other than those slim (and getting slimmer) moments of silence, there is nothing else in my world. So it would be a shame to not remember these days that are honestly so special to Casey and I. Hence, this series. The Case of the Mondaze.
New Year’s Day! Mike and I returned from a weekend getaway trip – our first trip without our son. How was it being away? AMAZING! It helped that we had nothing to worry about. He was in the happy hands of my parents who were excited to have their first of potentially many sleepovers. We had a wonderful time alone celebrating our 7 year anniversary. Too wonderful in fact, that as we turned into the driveway of our home, I realized that I forgot one thing – Yupp! That we were supposed to pick up our son from grandma and grandpa! To be honest, there were moments when I forgot I had a son during the weekend. I kinda hope for more of these trips with Mikey.
Today was a simple day with Casey and Mike. A good start to the New Year which I hope contains many more adventures with my boys. Casey was in a great mood when we picked him up, having spent the weekend with the most attentive people ever who probably served him everything he wanted on a golden platter. He took a fat nap which allowed Mike and I to meal prep and eat lunch. In the afternoon, we went to the park at Esencia Green, Casey’s favorite. He pretend-drove on the steering wheel, we flung him around on the swing, spun his brains out on the merry-go-round, and played with the activity table underneath the slide. He picked his first orange on the groves today, too. The orange wasn’t ripe, but it was there for the taking anyway – at the perfect height for his Doona trike, our favorite gift from the holidays!
We went home thinking he would nap, but instead he whiled away on the activity walker, and resisted sleep. Mike made him banana pancakes and mashed sweet potato. We thought it’d be fun to also try raspberries and a trunk of a banana. Casey didn’t think it was fun, as he threw up all over my rug in protest. Too chunky! So we cleansed his palette with applesauce, which he gulped so fast.
Our day ended with the usual bath routine, and the continual attempt at climbing the crib and dresser. I should probably commemorate that my 8 month-old is wearing 18-month clothes now. Which makes me wonder, WHO decides what constitutes as 18-month clothes? As well as, Where did my giant son come from? Surely not from me.
