Well, today is the day. The last day that we are together full time in our first eight weeks together. Tomorrow morning, you start your new adventure at daycare. Your dad was so good to me last night and I slept from 10:45 until 7 with only two breaks to pump. Then, you and I started our day together by you puking all your milk on me then leaving me a dirty diaper. Your dad informed me that you & him have a deal that for every dirty diaper I get left, he gives you $1. Nice! Even with you getting sick and having a dirty diaper, we still had a good time talking this morning and you smiling.
I can't believe you are 8 weeks old. Wow - that time did go by fast although it gets harder and harder to remember a time when you weren't here. It is also getting harder to remember all of our struggles in making babies because now we just look at you. You are still getting about 1/2 formula and 1/2 breast milk - even though I say every day that I am done with it. I have more guilt over the breast milk than I do about daycare and I don't think you will ever remember if you got formula or breast milk :)
Today, we relaxed, hung out, got mommy's office ready for work then went to your cousin Brandi's for game night. You were able to hang out with Brandi, Jeff, Aunt Sheila and also meet Roger and Darnell. I think you had fun and we all had fun laughing at your silliness. Everyone got to see what a drama king you are.
A shocking turn of events happened when we got home and we got you ready for bed. It finally set in your mom's brain that you were leaving me during the day and I was a mess. I have been all big and bad that I was excited for you to go to daycare and I was blubbering like an idiot at 11:00 telling you repeatedly how much you were going to like it. I think I was convincing myself more than you. You would just smile at me and then when I would start crying, you burped and farted to make me laugh. What is funny is that I had typed up this message before we went to Brandi's and I did not look like this confident, excited person at night when I was the emotional mess!
A lot of people have asked me if I feel bad that you are going to daycare. I have to be honest with you kiddo, I don't. I can hardly wait. I think it will be good for you. You will interact with lots of other kiddos, you will learn things when you are old enough to start learning, you will have a lot more to do than just sitting around all day looking at your mom and Mary knows a thing or two about babies that your mom and dad don't. Also, I will now look forward to the time when you come home and be excited to see you rather than waiting for your dad to come home to take over. I think it is a good thing all around for all 3 of us. We are also hoping that you will get into a better routine and sleep a little more at night since you will be playing with all those kiddos all day. I do love you to pieces and I do think I will miss you but it is the best (well, and to be honest only) decision for us.
I forgot to take you photo yesterday so we had a last minute, swaddled Elijah photo. Apparently, it worked because you slept for almost 5 hours last night. Your longest stretch ever!
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