Since he was born nearly two (!!) years ago, I can probably count on one hand the times that Will has had me all to himself. It's just not something that happens very often. I guess that's what happens when you're the second child; you get the benefit of an older sibling, but the drawback of not having as much time alone with your parents.
My stepmom kept Andrew overnight last night, so it's been just Will and me all day today, and it's been fantastic. He's been talking my ear off; he has so much to say, an audience who is more than willing to listen, and no one here to interrupt his tales. He can play with anything he wants without worrying about having his toys stolen. No one is bossing him around, and he doesn't have to share if he doesn't want to. That includes not having to share Mommy -- he's definitely been cuddling with me a lot today, which I obviously love.
He also very clearly misses his brother, though, as he keeps looking out the window and saying, "Where Andrew go? Andrew at Neena's. Andrew come home!" I know five minutes after Andrew gets home they'll probably be fighting about something, but those first few minutes of their reunion are sure to be pretty special.
I'd forgotten how easy only having one child around is. I cleaned the entire house this morning while Will watched "Lightning 2" (what Cars 2 is called 'round these parts) in a quarter of the time it would have taken me if both boys had been here. Now that Will's napping, I'm able to catch up on my blogging and even do a little bit of reading in a perfectly silent house. It's been refreshing, to say the least.
Will is such an incredibly bright, sweet little boy, and spending so much time with him one-on-one today has just reinforced that for me. It makes me a little bit sad that I'm usually so distracted I don't always get to give him the attention he deserves. I've spent the day doing my best to make up for that, and loving every moment of it.