Adventures in Parenting

My husband and I have two more big trips planned before this summer. One to San Diego to visit friends, and one to Canada for a family wedding. Since we'll be traveling with our daughter and we're leaving the country for a few days we knew we'd need passports; and so would our daughter. We had all of our paperwork, all of our pictures, and everything ready to go and it took 2 and a half hours at the post office to get it taken care of. My husband was ready to spit nails and I was only slightly less annoyed.

My daughter has figured out how to pull herself up in the last couple days, so now she likes to practice all the time...I had a dream last night that she just pulled herself up and started walking and running. It was terrifying! I'm not ready for this! I'm still getting used to having her underfoot and not staying in the general area where I left her. I'm not ready for her to be pulling herself up and walking and running around! ACK! Sigh...oh well, ready or not here she comes!!

Losing My Mind

So many reasons why I think I might just be losing it. First off, I got offered a job this morning. My old job back at the insurance company. I turned it down. It wasn't the best job for me anyway and I wouldn't be getting paid well for it. I just couldn't stand the thought of leaving my daughter at daycare. She's just now getting to be really interesting and she does new things each day. Yesterday she actually said "Momma" in reference to me, which was really exciting. If I had to work full time how much would I miss? She's still figuring out crawling, she's starting to pull herself up, and she is just so inquisitive and exploratory. I don't want to miss this! My economic self is going, "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Many people WANT a job!" My heart and emotional self just curl up into a huge ball of crying anxiety at the thought of leaving her all day at daycare. I had considered part-time at one point, but that's not what they offered me. Home I stay and happy for it! Now...if only I could find my marriage certificate so I don't have to mail in a written request for one...