Happy Mother's Day!
This week has been pretty stressful but was one of the most wonderful weeks yet. Luckily, Ezra completely recovered from his illness after 24 hours of antibiotics - unfortunately we still had 9 more days of administration. In our lists of food likes and dislikes - peas, LIKES; squash, likes; pears, tolerates; bananas, gags; orangey syrupy antiobiotics, despises.
As soon as Ezra got all better, I had to buckle down and work on some job stuff which I'm reluctant to talk about right now because I don't want to jinx anything. But I've been preparing presentations and studying like it was 1999 (my senior year of college). Work and good health meant we started daycare again last Monday after a whole week off. Which brings me to an aside - I just don't get how (real) working people do it. Luckily, my job was flexible enough that I could stay home with him all week. Unless you can afford a nanny, have family close by, or have one stay at homer, I guess you are just out of luck when your child gets too ill for daycare. My graduate adviser always said that grad school was the best time to have kids because of the flexibility but here I'm not so sure. What if your kid was sick and you had an important exam or presentation or were in the middle of a month long prep that you couldn't stop without sacrificing your work? Everyone I know who had kids in graduate school had live in grandparents or a stay at home wife. Anyways, I guess I'm just the millionth person to realize how difficult it is to be a working parent with modest means.
Ok, back to Ezra, why you are all visiting this site. (More Ezra, less rant please). Ezra had a WONDERFUL WEEK at daycare. I switched his schedule from mid-morning through evening to morning through afternoon and that seems to have done the trick - that or the fact that he is nursing much less frequently. It has been a absolute dream. Monday, I was nervous of course trying the new schedule and him being absent for so long so I visited him after a couple of hours. He could have cared less that I was there. 'Scuse me Mom, I'm trying to play here. I had dropped him off at 9 am and didn't get back until 4 pm and he did great the whole time. Same with the rest of the week. Yay, yay, yay, yay. Yay. The Mother's Day gift that Ezra made in daycare (see photo) was the icing on the cake.
This month, illness aside, has been my favorite. Ezra has started really babbling - more focused than the random verbalizations we've heard before. Which is so cute. I love hearing his little voice going da da da da. I know we are a long ways off, but it got me very excited about him talking. He's started trying to pull himself up and is pretty close to getting all the way up by himself. We've seem to have weaned completely from the nap nursing (nursing during the entire nap). And he's just so darn happy all the time (well, except when we overshoot his bedtime). It is so heartwarming.
Alright, I'm procrastinating. Back to work.
As soon as Ezra got all better, I had to buckle down and work on some job stuff which I'm reluctant to talk about right now because I don't want to jinx anything. But I've been preparing presentations and studying like it was 1999 (my senior year of college). Work and good health meant we started daycare again last Monday after a whole week off. Which brings me to an aside - I just don't get how (real) working people do it. Luckily, my job was flexible enough that I could stay home with him all week. Unless you can afford a nanny, have family close by, or have one stay at homer, I guess you are just out of luck when your child gets too ill for daycare. My graduate adviser always said that grad school was the best time to have kids because of the flexibility but here I'm not so sure. What if your kid was sick and you had an important exam or presentation or were in the middle of a month long prep that you couldn't stop without sacrificing your work? Everyone I know who had kids in graduate school had live in grandparents or a stay at home wife. Anyways, I guess I'm just the millionth person to realize how difficult it is to be a working parent with modest means.
Ok, back to Ezra, why you are all visiting this site. (More Ezra, less rant please). Ezra had a WONDERFUL WEEK at daycare. I switched his schedule from mid-morning through evening to morning through afternoon and that seems to have done the trick - that or the fact that he is nursing much less frequently. It has been a absolute dream. Monday, I was nervous of course trying the new schedule and him being absent for so long so I visited him after a couple of hours. He could have cared less that I was there. 'Scuse me Mom, I'm trying to play here. I had dropped him off at 9 am and didn't get back until 4 pm and he did great the whole time. Same with the rest of the week. Yay, yay, yay, yay. Yay. The Mother's Day gift that Ezra made in daycare (see photo) was the icing on the cake.
This month, illness aside, has been my favorite. Ezra has started really babbling - more focused than the random verbalizations we've heard before. Which is so cute. I love hearing his little voice going da da da da. I know we are a long ways off, but it got me very excited about him talking. He's started trying to pull himself up and is pretty close to getting all the way up by himself. We've seem to have weaned completely from the nap nursing (nursing during the entire nap). And he's just so darn happy all the time (well, except when we overshoot his bedtime). It is so heartwarming.
Alright, I'm procrastinating. Back to work.
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