"School"

It's been a while since I blogged, but rest assured I am alive and well! The first 6 or so weeks of Owen's life were rough for Bryan and I, as I suspect they are for all new parents, but we seem to have hit our stride around the 8th week. I just read the book "Home Game" by Michael Lewis, (hilarious!) in which he wisely noted that we love our children all the more because we do all that dirty work in those first weeks/months. We are truly grateful for Owen; he is the best kid ever and we are having a lot of fun seeing him grow in all the ways that babies do.

Since I'm returning to work on June 15th, and Bryan isn't keen on the whole Mr. Mom idea, Owen has to go to daycare. I like to call it school, because, well, just because. I sort of feel that sending your child to school is perfectly normal and healthy, but I feel guilty about sending my child to daycare. Probably because I was fortunate enough to have a mom who stayed home with me and my brothers when we were growing up. So we just won't call it daycare.

We started to take him for partial days this week, so hopefully we can have some sort of schedule in place when I go to work. The first day was rough. I cried. Okay, sobbed. Owen's teacher, Ms. Ana, had to hold me. I stayed with Owen for about a quarter hour, but left when he started to wimper. I don't think I could've handled seeing him cry and knowing that someone else was going to sooth him. I picked him up from school a few hours later and he was happy and smiling, thank goodness. Owen went back on Thursday and Friday, and it's going well. He doesn't realize what's going on (phew!) so the only real adjustment for Owen is getting used to his school schedule. One great moment today - Owen managed to poo during the 3 minutes it took to get from the house to school and Ms. Ana changed the diaper. Niiice.