The Flab Five...

Lukie starts daycare tomorrow. I'm simultaneously SO ready and SO not ready. I spent the entire day scrambling around making sure everything I can possibly prepare ahead of time is ready to go.

Diaper bag: packed
Bottles: made
Laundry: done
Forms: filled out
My lunch: made

Mommy: freaking out a little bit.

I've been trying to figure out what it is that bothers me about the daycare situation, and it's not the daycare, which I like, or fear that he won't be taken care of properly, because I know he will. I know he'll learn tons of new things and be around other babies. I know we're starting him at a good time. He'll never have separation anxiety when we take him to daycare because it's really all he'll ever know.

I'm just sad/worried that I'm going to miss out. Every day he changes so much, and it'll be hard not to see every little goofy grin or sound he makes. I suppose that's the cost of being a working mommy. But, in exchange, I know my son will have a great example of somebody who works hard for everything they have and made sacrifices so that his life, and our family's life, can be better. And I'll SERIOUSLY take advantage of the time I have with him before and after work. (Please don't take this to mean I don't think SAH mommies can teach their kids the same lessons!)

I think the whole thing is teaching me how little time we have with him when he's a baby. I know how quickly he's grown so far; it'll seem doubly quick when I don't see him all day long, every day.

One thing we're going to focus on: we're going to make a point of getting out and DOING stuff on the weekends. I want Lukie to be an adventurous baby. I have a great friend, Kim, who took her baby everywhere and never let having a kid stop her from doing something fun. Consequently, Ben is an adventurous, outgoing little boy who doesn't know a stranger. I want to do the same with Lukie. Pete and I haven't taken advantage of living in a really neat natural area, so we're going to make a real effort to get out and see the Southeast. As soon as he's just a little older (like, able to hold his own head up a little bit better), we're going to start going on adventures!

In closing, Pete and I had a funny idea for a post the other day. I love every little roll on Lukie's body (and trust me, that's a lot of love). I'm not making fun of him here, and most of the flab has more to do with the way he's sitting than real life. I'm celebrating our sweet, chubby, wonderful little boy. Behold, my favorite five chubby pictures, herein titled THE FLAB FIVE.