The title says it all. I turned 29 on Wednesday and I am not sure how I feel about it. It sounds both old and young. We went to Las Vegas for a few days and my parents joined us as well. Miss A had a blast swimming in the pool and jumping on the wave in the kid's area. She loved the "train" or as grown ups call it, the tram station. She made choo choo sounds while we waited for it to come and waved and kept repeating buh bye (like 50 times) after we reached our destination.
DH and I went to see a show on Monday night and left miss A with my parents. She slept in their room and that was the first night she ever spent without us in her 22 months of life :) I felt a bit guilty leaving her but I knew she was in great hands. Plus, DH and I needed some time for just the two of us. We walked the streets of Las Vegas, grabbed a taxi to the Wynn hotel, ordered some food, and off we went to see one of the greatest shows LV has to offer. We had fun! We laughed, we talked, we held hands, we shared food, we took pictures.....
The day of my actual bday was a bit hectic though. We had to pack and check out from our room by noon. Then we did some shopping and went straight to the airport. By the time we got home, it was already around 9pm and I was exhausted (so much for a little vacation). I unpacked (hate when the luggage sits in the dining/living room), bathed miss A and she finally fell asleep around 10pm. The whole day I kept forgetting that it was my actual bday. In fact, even DH forgot to wish my happy bday in the morning (not cool at all). I did get quite a few calls from my girlfriends wishing me happy bday and that made me feel good. One of the old co-workers emailed me and wished me to make the best of the last year of my twenties. Holy cow! When you make it sound like that, I feel old. There are some things I won't accomplish before turning 30 (like getting my masters, find a better job) but I already have the best things life has to offer and that is MY FAMILY! I am blessed to have them all in my life!
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Daycare
Well, we've officially started daycare on Tuesday (09/06/11). We took miss A to daycare a few times before the official start date to meet the kids and get comfortable there.
I am freaking out! My heart hurts every morning V calls me after he drops our daughter off. I am sure he is sugar coating the details, so it only makes me feel worse. For the first two days, she started crying when they parked the car. She didn't want to go in and wanted daddy to hold her. She was waving her finger to the teacher and saying "no, no, no', like you can't take me aways from daddy since he is holding me. Today he called me and said thing went a bit better. She got out of the car, walked to the door by herself, but wanted daddy to hold her when he rang the bell. She wasn't really crying, just a bit moody, I guess. Man, when does it get easier? And I am not even the one dropping her off (which I have to say I am very thankful).
Yesterday, I picked her up from school. I can't even describe what I was feeling while driving. Anticipation, joy, butterflies in my stomach. I wanted to hug her and kiss her. I wanted to know she was OK and taken care of. I wanted to know she was happy at the place we chose for her.
It is hard right now to accept that my little girl is becoming more independent. It is hard to accept that her teachers get to spend more hours of the day with her. They get to see her laugh, learn new things, watch her eyes go wide when she accomplished a new task All. By. Herself., interact with other kids, and just be her charming self. I didn't feel that way when my mom used to watch her. My mom would tell me the little details of their day like what they did, learned, funny things miss A said and so on. I would picture those details in my head and it was almost like I was with miss A all day :) Now it is all different. I am thankful she got to spend 21.5 months at home with grandma. I realize that now is a good time for her to be around kids, since she was becoming bored at home. But I can't help myself but feel just a bit sad... And here we go, I am getting teary yet again.
I am freaking out! My heart hurts every morning V calls me after he drops our daughter off. I am sure he is sugar coating the details, so it only makes me feel worse. For the first two days, she started crying when they parked the car. She didn't want to go in and wanted daddy to hold her. She was waving her finger to the teacher and saying "no, no, no', like you can't take me aways from daddy since he is holding me. Today he called me and said thing went a bit better. She got out of the car, walked to the door by herself, but wanted daddy to hold her when he rang the bell. She wasn't really crying, just a bit moody, I guess. Man, when does it get easier? And I am not even the one dropping her off (which I have to say I am very thankful).
Yesterday, I picked her up from school. I can't even describe what I was feeling while driving. Anticipation, joy, butterflies in my stomach. I wanted to hug her and kiss her. I wanted to know she was OK and taken care of. I wanted to know she was happy at the place we chose for her.
It is hard right now to accept that my little girl is becoming more independent. It is hard to accept that her teachers get to spend more hours of the day with her. They get to see her laugh, learn new things, watch her eyes go wide when she accomplished a new task All. By. Herself., interact with other kids, and just be her charming self. I didn't feel that way when my mom used to watch her. My mom would tell me the little details of their day like what they did, learned, funny things miss A said and so on. I would picture those details in my head and it was almost like I was with miss A all day :) Now it is all different. I am thankful she got to spend 21.5 months at home with grandma. I realize that now is a good time for her to be around kids, since she was becoming bored at home. But I can't help myself but feel just a bit sad... And here we go, I am getting teary yet again.
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