The transition to the bottle has gone extremely well, much to my chagrin. 

August 1^st, 2007 you started day care for the first time.  I’m not sure you have the concept of time so you had no problem when I handed you to Melinda, you’re new teacher.

I surprised myself by not falling apart when I left for work by myself.  Of course, the days leading up to it I was a complete blubbering mess.  Wracked with guilt I was convinced your demeanor and personality would change and you would be hurt that I was leaving you with strangers.

To you, it was just another adoring fan of yours that wanted to bask in your glorious chubbiness.  The new teachers certainly love you.  You are so much bigger than the other 4 month old little girls. 

Yes, you are surrounded by little girls.  Ok, that thought has me wondering if that’ll rub off on you and suddenly you’ll like frilly girly things. *shaking head*  Nonsense, you’re only 4 months old, what do you know?  I digress

 Harder than I thought…

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Having a second child is harder than I thought it would be.  Granted experience has helped me out a lot but the job is very demanding and at times drives me to the brink of sanity.

Breast feeding was easier this time around; however, I’m thinking it will be harder to wean Carsen.  Sure I’ve complained at how many times a day I have to feed him, especially when he’s going through a growth spurt but when I think about sending him off to day care I grow sadder every day.

Bringing Carsen to work with me is stressful but sending him off to daycare at 5 months old is going to be harder for me. 

I really am going to miss those afternoon feedings.  Some strange woman is going to hold you close to her chest and give you a bottle of mommy’s milk.  I foresee me dropping in to breast feed you at lunch time.  Will that be confusing to you?

I remember