The time has arrived....

The time for daycare that is. I can't say I was happy or excited about taking Emma to daycare today despite weeks of craving a little "me" time. In fact, I was trying to think of any way to stay home with her. So I continue to wait for the winning lotto numbers, but until then Emma will go to daycare and I will go to work. I would hate to waste 10 years of education :) This morning started with packing 5 different bags, leaving the house in a sweaty rush and getting to the daycare 2 hours later than I had planned. It feels like I'm a traveling 3 ring circus these days. After dropping Emma off this morning I think I cried the whole way to the lab. But when I picked her up I learned she had a great day. She took 2 bottles and was a very happy girl. Our girl is a master mommy manipulator because I was convinced she would meltdown.  Her big adventure tired her out, and she was sound asleep by 10.  Maybe there is one good thing about daycare :)

This is Emma's first daycare "report."  How great is it that I can read this paper and know exactly what time my baby pooped her pants today?!?  All jokes aside, I love this!

Just arrived home from my first day at daycare

"Boy am I tired!"

Emma updates:  Emma LOVES to suck on her hands!  She mostly sucks her left hand so I'm really curious to see if she will be left handed like her daddy.  Her hand is so red and chapped from her new habit.  Her neck also appears to be getting stronger as she is turning her head in her sleep now.  Our little beefcake is now weighing in around 14.5 pounds!  She giggles and yells a lot now.  She continues to boss us around and rule our world and we love it!