How to get your child on a routine.

Leave for a week and have your mother in law do it  for you ;) 

Kyler's Mom came down for a whole week to tend Jett during my glamorous sewing vacation. I love her for that and I think it is safe to say Jett is in love with her for that. He even gave her the double hand wave when we talked to her on skype yesterday. When ever I ask him if he wants to talk to grandma he grabs a granola bar, brush , remote or anything that slightly resembles a cell phone and puts it up to his ear and walks around saying Hi, Hi, Hiiiii. That my friends is love.

Jett did fantastic without me. I did not quite so fantastic with out him. I blinked back tears anytime I thought about him as I sewed away on my little pfaff machine.  But at the same time it was the fastest week of my life and a wonderful break from worrying and wiping little noses and wiping the other glamorous things  that the title "motherhood" implies. 

Needless to say when our plane arrived in the Salt Lake City airport I was really hoping that Kyler didn't listen to me and that he and Jett would be their to surprise me (oh yeah I really missed my hunk of a husband too.)

He listened....

We arrived home just shy of 10:30p.m. I wanted so badly to run up stairs a scoop my baby boy in my arms and kiss his chubby little cheeks.

This is what we call self control. I didn't.

Then the inevitable happened. Kyler grabbed me my both shoulders and with a pleading look in his eyes told me to "please do not nurse him, put him in bed with us or in the shower with you, I finally am able to give him a bath again. We got him on such a great routine."

This is what baths looked like before I left....

Kyler was asking me to promise away every bad habit bonding experience that I had with my baby. I reluctantly agreed. 

Needless to say I was anxious to hold him. At 5:30 a.m. I woke up and waited a solid hour before I heard the familiar cry bellowing from Jett's room. Letting everyone in ear shot know that he was awake. 

I sprinted up the stairs and swung open the door. Only to see his sleepy squinted eyes suddenly become large with surprise. In one step I was to him. I wrapped my arm around him and my heart rejoiced when he did the same. Then he became extremely angry. violently swinging his arms and legs trying desperately  to get down as I made my way down the stair case. I handed him to Kyler who was still in bed. Jett was suddenly calmed. He laid his head on his Dad's chest while I laid mine next to his.

He turned his head so he couldn't see me.

I kept smiling at him and saying it is me Mama. I could feel hot tears sting my eyes.

Was he just mad or could he honestly forgotten me after a week? (I realize my thoughts were so super un-rational but I feel a need to own them :)

I moved my head over so that we could make eye contact. He has his Dad's eyes in the way that when I stare into them I feel like they are penetrating to my very soul. Like they are always thinking. 

I had to fight from feeling guilty. I mean I think every mother is entitled to a break and will likely be a better mother because of it. 

Then it happened, Jett stuck out his chubby little finger and let me touch it....(haha)

Then suddenly all was well in the Johnson house hold.