...plus a couple

They talked me into staying until at least the end of the week. A couple more days won't kill me, right? But tomorrow is Bennett's last day of daycare. That actually makes me really sad. I really love his teachers. They cried when I told them we were leaving. I love that they love my little man. Serious props go out to GOOD daycare workers and teachers who do so much for so little!!!! Did you know that the average doggie daycare worker makes more than a childcare worker in this country? And that, my friends, is injustice.

8.more.days

8 days. 8 WORK days, that is. I only have 8 more work days until I can kiss my career goodbye. Do you think it's too late to change my mind???

OK, I'm definitely not changing my mind. But I'm still pretty nervous about doing the mom thing full-time. What if I'm not good at it? What if my house becomes a complete wreck and I get all depressed because I never change out of my pajamas? What if I never teach Bennett the alphabet? What if I am bored out of my MIND????

Don't get me wrong. I'm super excited to stay home with Bennett. I gave my notice to my job in September(!) so this has been in the works for quite a while. But now it's so close. It's actually going to happen. This is my LAST full week of work. Then on the 31st I'm walking away. No more 1-hour commute. No more screaming, hungry, tired little guy in the back seat while being stuck in traffic. No more cramming every possible errand into Saturdays because there's no time during the week. No more getting home from a long, tiring day and thinking--"We have nothing to eat!" No more catching every friggin germ from the daycare.

I have high expectations of myself as a full-time mom. I want to take guitar lessons. I want to take a baby swim class with Bennett. I want to take him to the zoo and the park and the beach and tons of places that I've never had time to show him. I want to do art projects and playgroups and library story times. Oh, the list is soooo long!

But what if I never get out of my pajamas?

8 more days.

Christmas

Ok, so I'm a little slow at getting around to it....but Christmas was wonderful! Although, I could have done without Bennett breaking FOUR molars all at once! Thanks for that extra stupid little present, Santa... Poor baby.

He started getting sick on the Friday before Christmas--beginning with the puking episode on the way home from work in our new car. Then the fever came for a visit and we enjoyed the entire weekend with that unwanted guest. Sorta like uncle Eddie from Nat'l Lampoons Christmas vacation. Except that we didn't get radioactive waste dumped in our drain as a result. (Ha! I love that show!) Anyways, here's a few pics from OUR Christmas vacation....

This was at Bennett's Christmas party at his school. He looks awfully happy considering that he was spewing those cookies less than an hour later.... (sorry, gross visual?)

Bennett was just chillin, waiting for Santa...



Keith, whoops, I mean Bennett really enjoyed playing with his new toys!

We took the big airplane to the park down the street and played for a while. Or rather, Keith played and Bennett watched him until he fell asleep. Poor sick baby. Keith had to push me AND Bennett home in the stroller!