Missing Mr. Book

Mr. Book is in the Midwest now. I’m very tired, but I think I have the better end of this deal; I get to spend my days with the boys. Still, Kit is going through a phase of wanting to nurse roughly every forty minutes at night, and I’m feeling pretty run down. Too, I keep expecting to see the Mister when I enter another room, or when he wakes up from his nap. I keep missing him, somehow, but some part of my brain has not registered that I’m not going to see him for a long time. At the same time, I’ve started making plans for a package to send when his birthday rolls around in April.

Joey is angry at his dad, and is working things out in his own toddler way. I was texting the Mister and Joey walked up to me, so I told him that I was using the phone to talk to daddy—so he said “Hey,” and then later, came up to me and said “Hey, Dada”; I asked whether he wanted to call daddy, he said yes, and we called. There have been a few speakerphone calls between Joey and his daddy, and Joey has already gone from pointedly shunning the phone (while listening intently) to quietly saying “Dada.” We’re planning to Skype for the first time this afternoon. I’m hopeful that it will be a good experience for Joey.

Mr. Book is pretty sad, but he’s already found a job and already been of help to his mother. The plan is basically working. I’m sending him pictures of the boys every day, and of course we’re talking.