Home Alone

I'd just like to begin by saying that we have NEVER EVER EVER EVER left Vash home alone. This story is called home alone because it's about me and Vash being home without Craig there. Now then. Vash was born about a month after Craig's Spring semester ended, and this was the only summer since we've been married that he did not take summer school. So for eight glorious weeks, it was me, Craig, and our new baby boy together almost all day, every day.( Craig still worked but not all week.) Well, obviously Fall eventually came and brought with it another long and grueling semester. (I'm talking he would leave at six in the morning and not come home until ten at night.) Vash and I were very well acquainted at this point but it was still a learning experience to be home with him all by myself at first. After a while though, we settled into a great routine and it was a lot of fun.  We'd eat our breakfast, play for a bit, take a nap. Eat lunch, drive to Wal-Mart and walk around. Some times we'd visit family or friends. Then it'd be nap time again. When we woke up we'd watch movies, eat dinner, and play some more. At seven pm we'd start our bedtime routine. Bath, book, bottle, bed. He'd go down for bed at eight o'clock every night. It was almost like clock work for a while. When he was asleep I would read to myself and check on him every ten minutes until Craig got home. He used to be sad on his extra long days because it meant he wouldn't see Vash awake that day. So he'd sneak in his room at night and just stare at him, stroke his cheek, and lean in to give him kisses. One day, I remember, he missed us so much that he asked me to bring Vash over to Steve's Crazy Subs for lunch so he could hold Vash for a while. Yeah, Vash and I spent a lot of nights home alone together.