Most days I enjoy that I get out of the house and come to work. I enjoy my job and interacting with adults (sort of) and feeling productive and like I contribute to the household, etc. I enjoy that Dellaina is getting lots of experiences and learning and interacting with other children and people and she seems really happy to go to school. But there are days like today when I wish I got to be with her more. I called to check in on her and Georgia gave me a great update, full of lots of details: "we just went for a walk. She was holding my fingers and took 13 steps and then plopped down and looked up at me like, 'don't you ever make me do that again!' And we had circle time (I'm not exactly sure what circle time is, even, maybe they sit in a circle and read books and stuff?) and Dellaina was all the way in the kitchen and we were reading her book (her book?! Why don't I know what her book is?) Farm Animals, you know, because she likes all the noises (no, I don't know and that kills me!) and she really wanted to come join the group, but she was facing the cabinet and she got so frustrated trying to figure out how to turn around, but finally she did and she crawled all the way to me, which is a long way." It makes me happy to get such detail, but hard that I'm missing out on so much of her daily life. Maybe if I got more details like that every day, I'd have a clearer picture or already know she really loved it when they sit around and make Farm Animal noises!
Or I'd get to see how happy she is when they go outside and she plays on the slide rather than just hearing about it. Some days it's just harder not to be there with her all the time. . . growing girl. . .
Or I'd get to see how happy she is when they go outside and she plays on the slide rather than just hearing about it. Some days it's just harder not to be there with her all the time. . . growing girl. . .


























Dellaina is laughing at us for packing so much stuff last time! This picture cracks me up.








