he calls out to me. "Mamma, mamma," says Jonas. "I'm coming right back, baby, mommy's right here," I tell him as I rush back to him. Being away from him is hard for me, too. I get home at about 5 or 6 in the evening and it only leaves me with a few hours to spend before it’s his bedtime. I guess it'll take some time getting used to being away for so many hours, but oh, how I miss my little man.
The boy is amazing. He has been saying some really difficult words. He uses words with more than two syllables, like, tyn-ne-nol, con-ta-ble, apatos, and vacado, meaning Tylenol comfortable, zapatos, and avacado.
Now that he has mastered the art of walking, it's rare to see him sitting still. He is always on the move.
Today, we sat him on the motorcycle fender, or "ikel" as Jonas calls it, along with daddy and he looked so comfortable on it. As if it were something he does everyday."Yup, it's just me and my dad on our bike." It scares me how much he loves the motorcycle. When he hears it start up, he goes wild and can't wait to be taken outside to see it. He says, "Ikel, ikel," and of course Jeremiah loves this. I can see it now, Jonas and Jeremiah, riding off into the sunset, leaving poor old mom at home. He's going to be driving, before we know it. My dad is beginning to think that he likes his van more than him. Whenever we go to my parent's house and as soon as he spots the van, that is all he will talk about. "Ven, ven, ven,” insists Jonas. There go the obedient grandparents, listening to their sweet, demanding grandson, off to the big, fun van that he loves so much.
Going to the store with him is fun, too. I talk to him as we cruise the aisles - he pointing stuff out, while I hand him most everything he asks for. We're a good little shopping team, the two of us.
Hopefully we'll both adjust to our new schedules soon. I know he'll be just fine, it's me I’m worried about.
