Dear Graham, Week 14

Dear Graham,
Well, everyone said week two of daycare would be easier than week one, and they were right. Although, I don't know that I'd consider it "easy" yet, we both definitely got a bit more used to the routine. Daddy has been taking you to school on the mornings that he's home, and it's so much easier on mommy those days. I love leaving you here with him and coming back home to find my two boys together.



While we made progress on our morning routine, our evenings are still so busy. You're often exhausted when you get home from school, so I try to spend as much time as you'll let me together before putting you to bed. Normally this involves spending some time outside together, as you continue to love to be outdoors. (Even one of your teachers commented this week that you like going outside!)



Well, on Monday after work you and I went out to our back porch and spent time together. As I decided to come back inside to give you a bath, I learned that I had locked us out of our house. Without my cell phone. Without a pacifier. Without any possible thing that could help us. And to top it all off I was wearing PJ shorts, flip flops and my the cami I wore under my suit to work. Classy.

So, we walked as quickly as possible around the block to our neighbor James, who works with mommy. He helped us to call a locksmith, who then proceeded to charge us an arm and a leg get us into the house. You were not at all amused by this whole ordeal and were exhausted by the time this was done. At least you can now add getting locked out of the house to your list of "firsts."



My favorite time with you is our mornings together, as you're always so happy. I hate that we are often rushing to get out the door, but I always try to carve some time just for us to interact and for you to brighten my day with your smiles. Those smiles are what gets me through to the end of the day when I can see you again.



Throughout the first 14 weeks of your life, and especially in the early days when you were often so fussy, mommy would sing to you to calm you down. (In hindsight, you were probably crying to get me to stop singing!) In addition to normal lullabies, I'd sing you songs that were stuck in my head. One of those is the Sugarland song, "Stuck like glue." Now, I every time hear that song on the radio, it makes me smile though tears thinking of you, my sweet baby.

You and me, baby, we're stuck like glue.

Love,
Mommy