Today was the last full day of just Norah and I -- for awhile.
Tomorrow, my MIL arrives and then in a week and a half, my own mother arrives, and hopefully, somewhere in the next two weeks, Caleb arrives. So, today was the last day that Norah and I had just to ourselves.
We didn't do anything particularly significant -- went to the park for two hours this morning. The park we went to has both playground equipment and a water park, and with the water, Norah could stay all day. She wore herself out running around, and I was both proud and freaked out by some of the "big kid" playground equipment she was managing. It seems parenthood is a constant tug and pull of emotions like that, and with a toddler, it seems that I am almost always precariously balanced between being impressed that she can do the things she can while simultaneously being scared that she's gonna hurt herself. It takes a lot of restraint to stand back at the right times and intervene at the right times: Part of me would like to duct tape bubble wrap around her at all times, but the more rational part of me knows it's best to stand back and her let her be most of the time.
Anyway, needless to say, after so much morning activity, she took an awesome afternoon nap (as did I!), and we had a relaxing late afternoon/early evening before Jerry got home.
I'm grateful for the help that both my MIL and my mom have offered by coming to stay with us before, during, and after Caleb's due date, and I am looking forward to Caleb's arrival, but knowing that days like this, with just Norah and I, will be more rare in the upcoming future makes me a bit sad.
Ah, like I said, so many mixed emotions with motherhood!