The first thing I saw when I got back to New Orleans was Luke. ROCKING OUT. Just kidding. This was after a night out and was pretty early for these guys (11am). I think I had been up since 6 am. The first night without Ivo was tough. When I left him Friday morning, I cried all the way to the freeway. He was probably fine, but I was freaking out at being away from him. I have been with this child every day since he was born, and have rarely left him at all, except with my mom and John, but really not for very long on each occasion, and certainly not for a WHOLE WEEKEND. Also, Carolyn's boyfriend had to have retina surgery that day, so Ivo was going to spend some time with Elaine and Jazzie, and then I guess some time with the babysitter? I was trying not to be a control freak. Everyone in Carolyn's life is caring, and loves children, and I trusted in this. But if you're a mom, I think you know that it's hard to trust, with your child. I was determined to let Ivo have a great experience with his grandma. He has ALWAYS been very happy with different people, he has never been very clingy (I mean a little, but what child isn't?) and never shy at all. Onwards to New Orleans.
This is Luke (quietly rocking out) and Meghann's shapely legs (she would allow no photos this early in the AM). She is beautiful at any time of the day or night, trust me. She is also a trusty New Orleans guide, and always forgives me for being way too drunk way too early. Thanks, Meghann!
Luke's next album cover, if he wanted to be labeled a PUSSY. The expression says it all.
Me, being a shameless photo whore. What am I trying to prove? MILFi-ness? Dunno. I had little sleep due to worry over Baby Ivo, and probably that coffee that I had right before bed... It's strange being a mom, because you think that you are the only one that can soothe your baby. Not so much. It's good for the baby to be with different people. It's just your own head space you have to get over.
In my short (way too short) weekend in New Orleans, I got to witness Luke playing in the rain for the French Quarter fest. So worth it. I also got to feel like a real person again, not one caked with Cheerios and spittle. Yay, New Orleans. Aahhh it was so brief. When I returned to Lafayette to pick up Ivo, I was so excited to see him! Of course my psycho mommy mind was thinking he would be pining for me, but when I got there he was playing happily with Carolyn in the grass, and looked up at me, and gave me a big smile! What a fucking awesome kid! He is exactly the kid that I wished I would have. Gregarious and cute. He does have his dark side, but this is the dark side that my mom said I had, and that Carolyn said that John had (double trouble!) which is that we were determined and willful and if we didn't get our way, there would be hell to pay. Karma's a bitch.
The first thing I saw when I got back to New Orleans was Luke. ROCKING OUT. Just kidding. This was after a night out and was pretty early for these guys (11am). I think I had been up since 6 am. The first night without Ivo was tough. When I left him Friday morning, I cried all the way to the freeway. He was probably fine, but I was freaking out at being away from him. I have been with this child every day since he was born, and have rarely left him at all, except with my mom and John, but really not for very long on each occasion, and certainly not for a WHOLE WEEKEND. Also, Carolyn's boyfriend had to have retina surgery that day, so Ivo was going to spend some time with Elaine and Jazzie, and then I guess some time with the babysitter? I was trying not to be a control freak. Everyone in Carolyn's life is caring, and loves children, and I trusted in this. But if you're a mom, I think you know that it's hard to trust, with your child. I was determined to let Ivo have a great experience with his grandma. He has ALWAYS been very happy with different people, he has never been very clingy (I mean a little, but what child isn't?) and never shy at all. Onwards to New Orleans.
This is Luke (quietly rocking out) and Meghann's shapely legs (she would allow no photos this early in the AM). She is beautiful at any time of the day or night, trust me. She is also a trusty New Orleans guide, and always forgives me for being way too drunk way too early. Thanks, Meghann!
Luke's next album cover, if he wanted to be labeled a PUSSY. The expression says it all.
Me, being a shameless photo whore. What am I trying to prove? MILFi-ness? Dunno. I had little sleep due to worry over Baby Ivo, and probably that coffee that I had right before bed... It's strange being a mom, because you think that you are the only one that can soothe your baby. Not so much. It's good for the baby to be with different people. It's just your own head space you have to get over.
In my short (way too short) weekend in New Orleans, I got to witness Luke playing in the rain for the French Quarter fest. So worth it. I also got to feel like a real person again, not one caked with Cheerios and spittle. Yay, New Orleans. Aahhh it was so brief. When I returned to Lafayette to pick up Ivo, I was so excited to see him! Of course my psycho mommy mind was thinking he would be pining for me, but when I got there he was playing happily with Carolyn in the grass, and looked up at me, and gave me a big smile! What a fucking awesome kid! He is exactly the kid that I wished I would have. Gregarious and cute. He does have his dark side, but this is the dark side that my mom said I had, and that Carolyn said that John had (double trouble!) which is that we were determined and willful and if we didn't get our way, there would be hell to pay. Karma's a bitch.
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