This morning was the first time since Eli was born that I left him.  Kyle offered to stay home and watch him while I had breakfast with a friend.  I cried as soon as I walked out the door and most of the way to Panera Bread.  I was feeling a bit anxious and also felt good at the same time.  I did not have to lug around the car seat with my ever growing boy.  Breakfast was nice, and I did not talk too much about my dear boy.  On the way home I followed a car going 25 mph in a 35 mph zone which drove me crazy.  Upon parking the car, I ran up to the third floor, grabbed my son, and gave him the biggest hug a 3 month old can handle.  Now we have just go to get him in the crib…