I go back to work tomorrow. I have mixed feelings about it. I love what I do, and I'm pretty good at it. I love P more than anything in the world though, and I wish I could be with him 24/7. I even miss him when he naps.
I do wish people would stop acting like me going back to work is the end of the world... I'm going to miss P, but he's going to a great daycare and he and I will have plenty to cuddle and hang out. Bottom line: it is what it is. I'm okay with it.
Does the dog on my shirt remind you of anyone? I'll give you a hint...
Thanks for the shirt, Elisa!
Check out my new watch that Mom got me for the first day of school! (It's really a rattle.) I'm a little sleepy in this picture...
Don't worry, I didn't scowl like this the whole time. I was just tired after a long day of playing!
I started school today. Mom was freaking out for no apparent reason. I'm obiously going to be fine... who doesn't want to play with toys and other babies all day long?
In other news, how southern am I in my camo pants and orange vest? I'm Moms Carolina cutie!!
Dad may have won Mom over despite his lack of style, but I didn't want to take any chances when I met Blueberry (not her real name) for the first time. I knew she was a big UNC fan, and who can resist a baby in a tie?
Mom has had a lot of fun with B's mom- its kind of cool they were pregnant at the same time!
I had a tiny fever last week. Nothing a little infants tylenol couldn't clear up!
Check out this awesome thermometer though. Its a pacifier! Here are my thoughts:
PRO: I like it better than having to use one in my bum
Mom doesn't have to undress me to take my temperature
I like sucking on it
CON: its not accurate when I'm crying
All in all, I think it was well worth the $8 Mom shelled out for it.
An alternate title to this post could be "why Mom loves babywise" because get this...
I am sleeping through the night!!
I've been gradually sleeping longer periods of time at night, but now I'm regularly skipping my midnight snack and sleeping from 10 pm to around 6 am (sometimes a little more, sometimes a little less). I'm only seven weeks old. Boom.
Basically, I'm the best baby ever.
Don't get me wrong, I love Big Bird as much as the next guy, but seriously, if PBS looses funding, another network will pick him up. If I keep hearing about this, I'm gonna scream! (Even more than I normally do!)
In other news, here's a photo of me looking extra cute in my bear suit after taking a walk with Momma outside.
Gramma Lee came all the way from Salt Lake to visit me! I've never smiled so much in my whole life!
I went to the doctor earlier this week... here's how I measured up:
Height: 22.5 inches (90th percentile)
Weight: 12 lbs (90th percentile)
I also got my hep b vaccine. I screamed. I heard most moms cry, but mine didn't. Does that make her a bad mom?
Now all Mom needs to do is find one for Lady that says "I generally tolerate this hairless, smelly, loud thing that has been brought into my home."
or
"I don't understand why the baby isn't put in a crate after HE pees on the carpet"
or
"Don't touch that baby because I will bark at you. Even though I don't understand him, he is part of our family now"
I'm learning how to smile! Most of the time my smile is me opening my mouth though. That's how Mom smiled when she was a baby, too!
