Transitions

Yesterday and today Owen had his daycare transition days. It's a two-hour block where they get adjusted. But in reality, it's for mom. Owen didn't know where he was. But I definitely did. Of course, I cried when I dropped him off. I think I would have made it out the door if the woman who runs the place hadn't tried to comfort me.

It's hard to drop your baby off anywhere but especially with virtual strangers. The longest I've left Owen has been about 4 hours and that was only with his daddy. And Andy's great with him, but I was nervous just about every minute. I hate being away from him when he's so tiny. I do believe that daycare is a great thing for kids to help them socialize and get ready for school, but I just wish I could wait until Owen is 6 months old. Or better yet, a year old.

At least he's the baby of his class and his teachers are already fully in love with him. He's gonna be even more spoiled than he already is. And it's only for two days a week so I know it will be OK. It's just even harder than I expected. I'm so in love with this kid!

Speaking of lovable, here's a great picture of him wearing a special little outfit Grandma Mac bought for him. It's a touch big in the body, but the hat fits just right! Then again, his head is in the 90-95th percentile for babies his age. But don't worry, we don't tease him -- don't want him to have a complex! :)

That's right, our Owen is 100% organic!