#1 Parent
-v- left for work a thing for near thirty-six hours.
Thirty-six hours of Ezra and me has been a joy. Ezra did go to playcare for twelve hours of the thirty-six, so one may write it was twenty-four hours of Ezra and me, but any parent would agree and know playcare is not their parent and caretaker and they call you, as they should, at the slightest hint of need of a parent.
This was the first time it was only Ezra and me for a full night and day. It was the first time of only me taking Ezra to playcare.
It was fun.
Driving to playcare with Ezra was fun. I had listened to talk radio when I had to dive a lot, but today and yesterday I listened to Ezra and me talk while driving to playcare. Ezra talks more after playcare than before. I talked when there was silence.
Seeing Ezra at playcare was good to see. I had not seen him at the new playcare place, so it was good because he was happy to see other little people and other little people were happy to see him. And when I left (even with -v- during the two days I went with her to know the way) he seems almost embarrassed that his parent were paying attention to him around other people just like a little person.
Being home alone with Ezra was good if not great. It felt good that I was Ezra’s number one parent. It felt good being the one tugged on leg when he wanted attention. It felt good being the one he lifted hands for when he wanted to be carried. It felt good for him to not be reaching for -v-. It felt good being the number one parent even if it is because I was home alone with Ezra.