It's been almost two weeks! Ugghh, teaching is such a busy job. I just don't know. I really want out. If I didn't work, our lifestyle would have to change drastically, though. Like, no cable or Internet and possibly only one car. But maybe I could get a job that didn't involve so much take-home? I just feel like nothing is ever done and I never get anywhere. I'm always doing things at the last possible minute because there is no other time. And I know that staying home wouldn't solve everything, because stay at home moms have plenty to keep them busy, but... I just think I would be a lot happier.

The last two weeks have been times of change. Libby is done breastfeeding and is taking a bottle. She's eating at least two solid "meals" a day, and has tried many different fruits and vegetables. We never swaddle her for sleep anymore, which was a somewhat rough transition until about 2 weeks ago, and now she's doing really well. And on Friday night, we said "goodbye" to the evening nap in favor of an earlier bedtime.

Libby is starting to look like an older baby. She is six months old. All of these changes are bittersweet. She is such a good girl, and so happy, and every new thing is so fun and exciting. But thinking about how much she's changed and will continue to change makes me wish she'd slow down a little bit. I try to keep Future Me in mind and be in the moment with her now, because I know I'm going to wish I could return to these moments someday.

She did really well at her six-month appointment last week. When they gave her the shots, she got a big pouty look on her face and didn't cry for several seconds, just looked at the nurses saying, "Why?" She calmed pretty quickly, though, and actually almost fell asleep in my arms while I was comforting her. Then she fell asleep on the ride home.

I have to go grade some papers or plan some lessons or something. Ugh.

Life as a working mom

Well, today was Day Three of daycare. Libby and I are both surviving just fine. I did not cry at all on the first day, and I only teared up a little yesterday when a coworker (who is a mom and a grandma) asked how things were going and said something very supportive. People being nice makes me cry more than people being mean.

Since I am still breastfeeding Libby and I'm away from her for eight hours while at school, I have to pump. So far it's going okay. I found a good place to do it--the cooks have a desk in their pantry, which is the only room in the school without a window into the hallway. They very graciously let me use it.

Okay, time to put Libby to bed. More later, I guess!

Smiling for Daddy

Sometimes new ideas/thoughts need their own post. This week, Libby has started smiling at Todd when he comes home from work. I mean, of course she always smiles at him, but this has been different. It's definitely "Oh, there you are, I haven't seen you all day!" behavior, and it's just so cute. She just smiles and smiles at him. That's one thing that will make next week easier--looking forward to getting some of those smiles of my own.

Dread

I am going back to work in a week. And I am not happy about it. Libby and I are going to try to stick to our work/daycare schedule this week and see how it goes. I am excited to get on a schedule. I am not excited to think about what it means.