It was my first week back at work after being off for four months, and while I was ready to return, it was also a little scary for me to think about sending Finley to daycare at such a young age. That being said, I know there are a lot of moms who have to send their kids at six weeks, so why complain? Still, a scary thought. Anyway, she survived her first week. Miss Wosa loves my kid, now kids, and I had no reservations about her taking care of Finn. However, we didn't do a very good job of prepping for daycare, even though my return to work was inevitable... mainly, we did not ever teach Finley how to drink out of a bottle. Last ditch efforts were made last Saturday and they did not go over well. The girl knows what she likes! I sent her on Monday feeling like a horrible mother, and when I called Miss Wosa at 11, my fears were confirmed. Miss Wosa was feeding Finley breast milk with a spoon because the child would not take a bottle. Dios mio! I raced home around 4 and much to my delight Miss Rosa told me that Finley relented and enjoyed 4 ounces from a bottle at 3 pm. Thank the Lord!So, on to Tuesday and another big day for our family: Logan's first day of preschool. We've chosen to send him to a preschool in Morgan Hill instead of in Gilroy and we are loving St. John's! He's in the 2/3 class and his teachers are Miss Sue and Miss Virginia. Matt made special preschool waffles for breakfast that morning (a feat he replicated today as well) and Logan put on his Diego backpack and off we went. I dropped Finn off at Nana's for the day and the three of us drove to school. Matt looked like a tourist at Disneyland with his video camera capturing every moment and I was delighted that Logan had a cubby waiting for him when we got to his classroom. He couldn't even be bothered to really say any good-byes which we took as a great sign and off we went, both of us thinking that it wasn't too long ago that we were wondering if we were equipped to be parents. When I called him that afternoon to find out how his day was he reported that "Mr. Cole" ( a fellow classmate) wasn't very nice to him and he did a special project with the letter of the month... which just happens to be the letter "L!" Logan thinks his teachers chose the letter just for him. Ahhh bliss! Anyway, he loves school. Couldn't wait to go back today and thank goodness! Seems like all the pieces are falling into place.
Logan has also decided that he is a full-fledged big boy now and is potty training. Glory Hallelujah! He's really great at it and makes it to the potty 90% of the time. He's so cute sitting on the potty (looks so big when he's on it) and looks so grown-up in his big boy chonies. For daycare and school both, we've armed him with at least six new pairs of undies and two FULL changes of clothes and he's not had a wardrobe malfunction yet! I'm sure that the fact he gets an M & M every time he pees and five for the other is a huge contributing factor to his success, but considering that this kid told me three weeks ago he'd never go in the potty, I'll take any form of bribery at this point. We're so proud of him and can't wait till he's made the transition completely! Hooray! (See above about all the pieces falling into place.)
Finley had her four month check-up today, which meant weighing, measuring, Rotatek and two shots. Alas, she's lost about a pound since 12/26 which causes some concern for Dr. Bahtia and means that I will be bringing her in to be weighed once a week till told otherwise, but still she's a healthy 14 pounds, 7 ounces which puts her in the 75th percentile for weight. She's 25.75 inches which puts her in the 90th percentile for height! (BIG smile here for tall mommy) and I'm glad we have a relatively long drink of water for a baby rather than an Oompa-Loompa. She also had the Rotatek oral vaccine which caused a chicken pox like rash last time she had a dosage, but the doctor is not convinced that was the cause. Fingers crossed she doesn't grow spots again. She took her two shots like a champ and promptly fell asleep. They're both napping now, dare I say it? It's the little things.
Matt is frantically trying to figure out how to fully fund his wrestling program for next year as the District just cut all sports programs to save money with their unbalanced budget. Hooray for California and their inability to place priority on education. What are we telling our kids? He's selling raffle tickets as a fundraiser for a chance to win a skybox at the Warriors game. Let us know if you're interested. He'd appreciate any level of support.
I am still circling and trying to make heads or tails of work. It seems like I never left and yet there are so many things that have been neglected for so long. Basically my day is spent racing out the door, racing to work, racing to pump, racing to "work," then caffeine and/ or food, the pump again, the "work" some more all to be out the door and headed back to the South Bay by 3:30 so to pick up at 5:30. Whee!
Milly is off to Thailand for a stretch with pneumonia. Hopefully she won't go into any nightclubs.
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