Yesterday we went to a Rotary picnic with my fun club of friends. Braxton is carrying an empty beer bottle and going down the line clinking on each person's bottle to a roar of "Cheers!"
He thought it was hilarious and, of course, everyone else did, too.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
The Life of the Party
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
The Trauma of Daycare
Okay, so apparently I'm the only one that's traumatized....Braxton has started going to daycare one day per week. In the interest of making sure that he's appropriately socialized and not a spoiled-brat-only-child we're forgoing the nanny-esque approach that we've been subscribing to for the 18 months and going with a daycare.
I found the perfect place. Share'e has loads of experience in childcare with more than 10 years as a head teacher at a preschool. She has a terrific system with creative curriculum, fun songs, cool activities and all the right stuff.
It's still hard. It's hard to leave him when he's crying for me to stay. It's hard to leave him in an environment that I don't know inside and out. It's just hard. Why the mommy guilt?
I know it's the right thing to do and Share'e says he plays and laughs and sings and climbs and has a great time when he's here. But it's still hard. And I love that he runs to me and wants me to hug him and hold him when I pick him up.
I'm sure that it will get easier.... right?
Sunday, August 19, 2007
First Baseball Game
We went to the Eugene Emeralds for a Rotary social event a couple of weeks ago. Bee was most interested in the warm-up time. After that, he couldn't really see much and was getting sleepy. But he did seem to enjoy it. And everytime baseball is on TV, he turns and points and says, "bay-ball." He is his father's son, after all.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Monday, August 6, 2007
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