Day Care Part 3

He's an excellent baby.

Our day care situation is a little convoluted. I was cut at work to 75%, which equals 30 hours a week. It's harder to find part-time day care than it is full time because it costs providers money. We found a place we love, but they only have two days in June. I had decided that I would try working three 9-hour days a week plus three hours at home, giving me two days at home with Finn. Finn's day care days in June are Monday and Friday (we are filling in with a friend, but that's the next day care story). We need to get him to the day care at 7:30 in order for me to get to work by 8:00. That means we need to leave the house at 7:00. That means I should be up at around 5:00. Those are all a.m. times, for you non-morning people. Pete will be picking the boy up before 5:30, and I will leave work at 5:30. We'll probably get home around the same time.

We'll see how this works out.

For today, it was OK. I stayed until around 11:00, when Pete came to pick me up. Finn was napping. In another room. In a crib. Without bottle, without nursing, without already being asleep. That's a little piece of magic. I worry about him sleeping for other people. I'll deal with it because he's my baby, but I don't want to inflict Tyrannosaurus Baby on anyone else if at all possible.

When Pete came to get Finn at 5:00, he was napping. In another room. In a crib. Without bottle, without nursing, without already being asleep. He had a good day, ate well, only went through two bottles (which was a relief for me as I am trying to keep up with him, and my backstock is almost gone... again, another story). Basically, he was awesome. Happy. He was happy to see me, but not crazed.

It's very good.