Preschool

This week I started back to school in hopes to be able finish within the year, fingers crossed. I signed Connor up to go to the Children's Center two days a week. I was nervous about him being there alone and not knowing anyone or seeing any familiar faces. I thought he would have a hard time when I left, but he seemed to not even care. On the ride to school I told him that I was going to go to my class and he was going to go to his school. When I dropped him off I was going to sneak out the door so hopefully that he wouldn't notice, but the teacher said that it is actually better for the child if you tell them you are leaving and that you will be back to pick him up later. I was anticipating a meltdown. Needless to day I sucked it up and told him I would be back and surprisingly he said "Bye Mom" and gave me a kiss:( It was sort of sad. I was expecting him to want me to stay while pulling at my leg and crying, and frankly he didn't even cared that I was about to leave him with 15 complete strangers. All he could think about was the Jumpy House in the room next door. I know that it all worked out and I am glad that he enjoys going, but part of me wants him to want me to be around even if it isn't possible:)

Bittersweet Relief

7 months


I never understood when people said that they were sad when they were done nursing their children. But I now know the feeling. I only nursed Connor till he was three months old, and I loved the fact that I could have someone else feed him and he didn't NEED me to be there every moment.

Well with much perseverance I finally got Lucas to take a bottle. It definitely wasn't an easy task. I think I tried at least 5 different bottles, several types of formulas, and countless hours of shoving the bottle in his mouth while he was screaming. I was bound and determined to have him weaned before I returned to school. I am not quiet sure what we did different this time but last Wednesday morning he decided that he was going to give up the fight, and after that is has been pretty smooth sailing. He is now taking a pacifier which was also an issue:)

I know that this is minimal in the scheme of things but overall it was good for me to have to continue nursing and I think that since he didn't take a bottle I forced me to do it longer than I would have in the first place. I am now a lot more understanding a sympathetic for other mothers that go through the same or similar things:)

This is a picture of Connor when he was 5 months old, it isn't the best picture but he is wearing the same shirt as Lucas. Now I think that I know what Lucas is going to look like:)



Connor and Lucas having fun on the fourwheeler