Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
The Titles of Life
I wanted to get a picture of his lower lip so far out. I couldn't help but laugh hysterically when I played back the pictures... the last one in particular.
I have accumulated numerous titles over the years- daughter, sister, wife, mother, massage therapist, real estate agent and many more. When I received the title of "wife" it was a joyous occasion, which was the case with many of the other titles I've acquired.
The most recent title "working mother" has come with sorrow and heartache. I thought the first day back to work would go just fine, and it did, until I called home. James had Dexter for the day, but the little guy decided he didn't want to eat was crying in the background. Although the entire thing was purely coincidental, James had dropped me off at work so there was no way I could go home, even if I wanted to. It was a good lesson in patience.
Today was the first full day of daycare (I hate to call it that, for some reason it sounds cold and harsh to me). Today was the first full day at the sitters house. I've been on the verge of tears all day. Mrs. White said I could call as many times as I needed today. Although I wanted desperately to call, I didn't want to hear him crying in the background. I finally got up the courage to call in the afternoon. My fears were all put to rest when she said he was eating fine. As the little boy was fussing into the mouthpeice she said it was the most fussy he's been all day. If I had called sooner my poor co-workers would not have had to cheer me up and give me pep talks throughout the day.
The most recent title "working mother" has come with sorrow and heartache. I thought the first day back to work would go just fine, and it did, until I called home. James had Dexter for the day, but the little guy decided he didn't want to eat was crying in the background. Although the entire thing was purely coincidental, James had dropped me off at work so there was no way I could go home, even if I wanted to. It was a good lesson in patience.
Today was the first full day of daycare (I hate to call it that, for some reason it sounds cold and harsh to me). Today was the first full day at the sitters house. I've been on the verge of tears all day. Mrs. White said I could call as many times as I needed today. Although I wanted desperately to call, I didn't want to hear him crying in the background. I finally got up the courage to call in the afternoon. My fears were all put to rest when she said he was eating fine. As the little boy was fussing into the mouthpeice she said it was the most fussy he's been all day. If I had called sooner my poor co-workers would not have had to cheer me up and give me pep talks throughout the day.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Videos
Grandma Ballast stopped by for a visit
Two Tired Puppy's
Daddy let me drive the Bulldozer!
09/09/09
09/08/09
08/10/09- "Yoda Ears"
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