Choices

I went to the movies this afternoon to see Fame with one of my good friends while Morgan watched Macias.

Upon arriving at the theatre I bought my ticket and went to use the restroom. Before me stood 6 choices.

1. use the stall with the pubic hair on the seat
2. use the stall with the toilet paper holder completely open with toilet paper falling out
3. use the stall with urine on the seat
4. use the stall with tons of tiny pieces of toilet paper all over the floor and toilet
5. use the stall with no door
6. use the handicap stall and look like a jerk because every other stall is available and I'm not handicapped

Which one would you have chosen?

p.s. No, I didn't forget to tell you which one I used. Just know that I washed my hands very well afterwards.

Really? Yeah, he went there

Conversation earlier this evening:

Allison: my knees hurt when I go down stairs recently. I don't have as much strength in them anymore.

Morgan: Is it your extra 10 pounds?

Allison: glare... I've weighed this much before ("this much" being 130)

Morgan: Yeah, but you're older now.

Let's get this straight...did my husband just call me fat AND old? Yes, he did.

Pictures, just pictures

As promised...a blog post

As Morgan posted on his blog we went up to Virginia and Maryland to visit family and attend my grandparents' 60th wedding anniversary.

Macias did such a great job with traveling. He has been sleeping through the night for over a month now so thankfully he was practiced enough to keep it up while we were away. That made our vacation that much sweeter.

The day after we got back was my first day back to work and Macias' first day of daycare. I think it went well overall. Morgan and I went in together to drop him off on Monday just to make sure we knew what we needed to bring and get Morgan comfortable with everything since he is the one who drops him off in the morning and I pick him up in the afternoon.

Thankfully with my heart of stone I didn't have trouble leaving him, but I did feel bad for the teachers because he was crying when we left and none of the other children were crying. Oops.

My commute to work is about 45 minutes which always sucked at the end of the day, but now it's even worse because all I want to do is get to my little man as fast as possible and squeeze him. I miss him a lot during the day and I'm so happy it's the weekend.

My only concern for daycare is Macias' schedule. We have him on a good schedule where he eats, plays for a bit and then goes down for a nap and sleeps well. With 8-9 other babies in the room with him all at different ages (up to 1 year) making noise, crying, playing and music it's hard for him to take his full naps and his schedule is getting mixed up. I know it's only the first week and it will take some adjustment time and so far he's still sleeping through the night, but I am a control freak (if you didn't know that already) and its so difficult for me to relinquish it to people taking care of the most important human in my life. Breathe...

I've already sent two letters with Morgan in the mornings to reiterate schedule information. I know, I'm controlling and I'm sure they hate me now. Too bad.

Much to my relief I found that I haven't lost my "skills" at work. I was a little rusty when I had to sketch something for the first time, but it came back quickly. Phew!

Here are some photos of the past couple of weeks for your viewing pleasure:

Cousins: Wyeth holding Macias

Tiny feet

On the road

Cousins: Ben (my brother), Sierra, me and Tai

Coming soon...

a blog post.

Some reasons why you haven't seen one lately:

1. I started work yesterday after having 3 months off for maternity leave
2. Macias, in hand, started Daycare yesterday
3. I've been out of town for the 10 days prior in Maryland and Virginia with Morgan and Macias visiting family
4. I got a flu shot (ok, that one's not really an excuse)
5. I have way too many photos to sort through from the vacation

To tide you over until I can post go to Morgan's blog and read about our trip and see photos there.

He just started Daycare

and he's reading already!

The Jig is Almost Up...

And it's time to pay the fiddler.

Tomorrow Morgan and I are going to tour the Daycare facility once again, but this time knowing that our baby will be a "grasshopper" (he will be placed in the grasshopper classroom/infant room).

My baby is a grasshopper...sniff, sniff. He has an actual classroom, and potential friends and two "teachers" and a cubby. A cubby!

Staying home with Macias this summer has been great. Every. Last. Minute. But, as they say, every good thing must come to an end. In two weeks time (after a vacation to Virginia) I will be going back to work and Macias will be starting daycare. It baffles me that he is already 12 weeks old, then again, it feels like an eternity since I had him and since I was at work. I can barely remember that I was pregnant for 9 months.

I love my job and my chosen profession and I always said that I would not give it up once I had children. It's a career, not a job. And I won't. Even if we could afford for me to stay home (which we can't) I would still choose to go back to work because it's what I want to do (besides being a mother). I'm somewhat excited to get back into the swing of things. Yes, I'll miss Macias, but I'm comforted by the fact that he'll probably learn more and get better social skills than he would staying home with me, boring old mom.

I may have some opportunity to do some work from home, but if I had him home I would still need someone to watch him so I could get my work done. I don't just want to shove him in the corner in the playpen and force him to come up with imaginary friends when he can have real ones at daycare.

So, yes, it will be hard. I'm not worried or concerned about the actual daycare place, everyone is very lovely and it feels like a great environment. I think I'm more worried about me, not letting him go, but about my work. I'm worried about getting back in to things and hoping that I haven't lost anything. I know it's only been 3 months, but that's the longest I've ever been away from my "skills". Here's hoping I still have them...or I may be forced to stay home with Macias and collect unemployment.