I can’t believe how fast she’s growing. She can pretty much keep her head up on her own now – I’m finding that I carry her on my hip more than I ever did before because I know she has better balance. She’s so much more vocal and has started playing with some of her toys on a regular basis. She definitely tries to engage us more – she’ll stare at us until we look back at her and smile, then she’ll grin and gurgle and get all shy.

And what’s more – she’s fitting in her 3-6m clothes with ease now. Some are still a little large, but more often than not they fit her nearly perfectly. This has greatly improved her fashion choices for daycare. I know she was getting sick of the same 5-6 outfits she was wearing each week. Now she’s a Diva with a capital D.

It just doesn’t matter how many times I look at the pictures on this page, but I smile whenever I see her smiling mug.

That is all.

She was cooing a second ago, now it’s more like crying, but she’s doing with a smile on her face. I think she just wants to be held. Me too, some times. So I just plopped her on my lap. So far, so good. CootieMom starts her blogathon soon. Got to wake her up.

So, two days of day care under my belt (not that I wear belts), and I’m really adjusting to my new life. This looks like it’s going to be a fun place and mommy left some of my toys with me at day care today. Yippy!

Not that I don’t love mommy (and daddy) but really how much time can you spend with one person? It’s good that mommy went back to work — to re-join society. She needed to get out. I only wish her new schedule and hurt feet didn’t eat into her workout time. Not much I can do about that. I’m still only a baby, you know. Just cause I can articulate my thoughts in writing, doesn’t mean I can do everything — yet!

Anyway, I’m going back to napping now. Good night. ZZZZZzzzzzzzz………

Today is my first day at nursery school. I’m so excited. If I can only stay awake long enough, I should be able to entertain everyone. Otherwise, I’m going to be catching up on my sleep until daddy comes to pick me up. ZZZZzzzzzz…….

Still cute. Not much else to tell you. Enjoy the pic.

It hit me just a few minutes ago that on Monday CootieGirl will be in someone else’s care for 11 hours out of every weekday. I was fine with that until about 10 minutes ago. But now I’m not so sure. Am I doing the right thing? I know it’s an age-old debate, but NCootieGirlONE can take care of my daughter like CootieDad and I can. No one can cuddle her, nurture her, teach her, love her, even feed and burp her, like CootieDad and I can.

I dropped off the pack’n'play to the facility this afternoon so that on Monday morning all I have to do is drop her off with her daily supplies, and I couldn’t help but think twice about my decision to go back to work. There were four other kids there, two with runny noses that were disgusting. My child has yet to have a single runny nose – she hasn’t been exposed to sick kids in these first three months of her life. And I’m expected to think my kid will be okay in this place? I know she has to be exposed to stuff like this at some point, but does it have to be NOW?

Financially I have to go back to work – I know this, and have known it all along. Sure, we’ve done the calculations to determine if we can live on one salary – and even with child care, baby expenses, commuting and all those other costs, we still need my salary. So it’s off to work I go, praying for the best for my child, that she’ll be well taken care of and that I’ve chosen a good day care facility to look after her.

I had just better not cry when I drop her off though. That would be the worst.

CootieGirl’s exersaucer arrived in the mail last night and CootieMom quickly put it together. CootieGirl was due for a bottle and she was in no mood for an exersaucer or almost anything else, but we plopped her in it just to test it out. She can sit/stand in it. Remember, she’s still learning to hold up her head. After about five seconds in the seat, she took a header into the plush fabric in front of her. Very funny.

CootieMom propped her up again and three seconds later, bang, back into the soft fabric. Then the tears began as you can see in the photo. I only wish I had my video camera going instead of the still. I’m sure we’ll have plenty of other oportunities.

It’s compulsive – if CootieGirl smiles, somewhere a camera clicks. And so we have more pictures.