Happy 2009!

As I was walking our dogs last night I was reflecting on the year that has passed, too quickly, in my eyes and what is ahead for us in the year 2009. So much has happened since we rang in 2008 that it's hard to even remember it all.

I do remember celebrating 2008's beginning with our good friends Jay and Amy Aspiras, and their kids last year. We had so much to be excited about, learning a new Corona would be joining our family just five days before the start of 2008. It seems like yesterday that we had Logan dressed in a "button" shirt with "spikies" in his hair on New Year's Eve 2008. He was crying hysterically and most of you know why.

As we begin 2009 we are now parents of two, contemplating daycare and preschool and watching our rugrats grow up faster than we can believe possible. They are beautiful, happy, healthy and bright. Upcoming highlights for next week include my return to work after a four month hiatus. Thanks Finn! Logan will begin preschool at St. John's in Morgan Hill, and dare I say it, might even be potty trained in the next few weeks. Fingers and toes crossed on this one folks. Finley and Logan are both recovering from nasty colds that left them leveled, although Logan was sick pre-Santa and Finn waited till after our visit from Jolly Old St. Nick and our families to come down with an ear infection so severe that it required two shots of fast-acting antibiotics and a one pound weight loss for her. By no means is she an anorexic baby at all but that was the scariest part of her illness, that and the projectile vomiting at 3 am that left me and Matt covered in baby puke. I remember when getting sick was just a way of preventing hangovers!

We rang in the New Year with a hot fudge sundae at Denny's around 8 last night. I was in bed before 11 and Matt and the dogs were the only souls awake in the house to actually see the ball drop on 2009. I figure the rest of us made it till the East Coast hit midnight, same difference. We spent today together which was nice. Logan announced last night while in the bath tub that he needed to go "poo-poo" and then did so, and this morning while both parents were indisposed made it to the toilet by himself to pee. After being so adamently against potty-training for so long, Matt and I are praying that this might be the real thing. He wants to be a big boy so badly, and with big boy chonies on, he looks the part. Hopefully our size 6 diaper buying days are over, for a bit at least.... Again, here's where we look for fingers crossed!

Meanwhile, I am struggling with the reality that as of next Monday, I'll be dropping my four month old off at daycare while I return to work. It's really a bag of mixed emotions for me since I'm excited to go back and grateful to have a job to go back to, but I am dreading the thought of being away from her. Couple that with the fact that she's not wild about bottles at all and well, my anxiety level is unusually high. I spoke with Miss "Wosa" today and she assured me that Finley would be just fine and my return to work would be harder for me than her, and yes, she'll eat from a bottle if she gets hungry enough.

Logan starts preschool on Tuesday! Stay tuned for pictures of our big boy at our front door as we send him off!