Do I Have to go to Daycare?

Okay, so the first week of daycare is now behind me. Mom shed tears on Monday and decided she wants no part of the morning drop off. Picking me up is much, much, more fun! Mom misses our long days together and can't believe we just see each other a few hours a day now. Who can blame her for not wanting to share me with the girls at daycare?

As far as daycare goes, Lasting Impressions seems all right. I am in a classroom with 11 other babies and we have a four daycare moms to play with us. I am a lot of work for them because I seem to have a blowout in my size 2 diapers and require a full wardrobe change once or twice every day. This weekend mom and dad may have to get me some more size 1 diapers to wear until I put on a few pounds.

As you can see by the photo from my three month birthday, I am growing up so fast. I giggle more and more every day and am starting to get the hang of shaking my rattles and grabbing the toys on my activity mat. Daddy gets me to giggle when he says "Hey, Buddy, Buddy!"

Last Sunday I had a reunion with the three sets of twins from my mom and baby group. This time the dads joined us for pizza and to share parenting stories. I was certainly the tallest baby of the group but also the skinniest. Long and lean, so they say. Let's see what happens when I start to get some rice cereal - maybe I will plump up a bit.

Well, the weekend is finally here and I get to hang with Mom, Dad and Sophie! "Family time" is Dad's favorite thing! Mom and Dad may take me to daycare at the gym for an hour or so on Saturday so that they can run on the treadmill. Let's see if they manage to tear themselves away from me.