Carson had his first sleepover at Grandma's last night.
Erin, Jan, Peter, Jeff and I went and spent the greater part of the afternoon at the Scotiabank Place getting ready for the Sens game. We had a fantastic time (minus the rain). So Grandma took Carson around 1pm (I cried when I said goodbye) and she kept him till this morning (he's still there).
She said he was a perfect baby - he hasn't cried once since he's been there. He took all his naps, went to bed without a peep, is all smiles, and is talking constantly. I called this morning (was up at 5 thinking about him, and slept on and off for the rest of the morning, missing him) and my mom said as soon as she put the phone to his ear he was kicking his legs, smiling and just babbled in my ear for a good three minutes. God I love that kid.
I just checked the messages and there was one from my mom from ten oclock last night.
She told me that she was going to bed, she couldn't watch the game cause it stresses her out. She said that she knows it's hard on me, but that when I wake up in the morning I know my son is happy, warm, fed and being loved by grandma so she doesn't want to see my face before noon or she won't let me in the house. It was a really sweet message (she said way more then what I just wrote, but that was the jist of it) and made me cry.
Now to keep myself busy for the next hour or so. I know I won't wait till noon, Jeff is upstairs eating lobster right now (yes it's 9am) and I'm going to do some laundry, take a shower and then head over to see my little man.