Learning to let go

At some point I had to accept that Wren-Lee can't be with me all the time. I was simply waiting for the right time and opportunity to be ok with having someone look after her while I was off somewhere else. That opportunity was thrust upon me in the form of Tony Stark *giggle*

I can't say no to Tony Stark.

Childish as it may be, I love me some Iron Man. I love me some Iron Man when he's hanging out with hottie Thor and the yummylicious Captain America. I also like Scarlett Johansson's bum that black leather outfit. Ok, enough ogling, I'll get to the point: There was no way I was going to miss watching The Avengers. At the cinema. With popcorn. And, oh yes, Trevor had to be there too.

So, a week beforehand, I pumped out two extra feeds and mentally prepared myself to leave Wren-Lee with my folks for few hours. It's not that I don't trust my folks. It's that I know they wouldn't let her come home too easily. Anyway, we dropped her off and were quickly told to get on and go watch the movie.

The movie was awesome but it was weird being without the little monkey. I managed to fight the urge to check up on her seeing as my phone's battery was nearly dead. By the time we got back to pick up our little angel, my mom was busy feeding her and my dad was very eager to show us the photographs he'd taken of her on his iPad as well as video of her laughing and talking to the mobile in her camper cot. Speaking of the iPad, Wren has apparently taken to it. My brother took pictures of her enjoying the lullaby apps with the iPad next to her. Yup, never a dull moment with my family.

With the first jab of separation now firmly administered, I've also arranged with my mom-in-law to look after Wren-Lee while I'm at Pilates twice a week.

Back to my parents, they're already pestering me to babysit again. Apparently our trip to the movies was nowhere near long enough. Maybe it's time to bargain with them: They send us for dinner at Reuben's and they can get the baby...sounds like a plan to me :-)