Mommy Guilt, Again

Well, this week is totally passing in a blur. We have a big event coming up this weekend, so I am literally spending every minute at work trying to get things prepared. I haven't even looked at our blog, let alone made time to write one... So today's post will be quite a paradox - me saying how completely swamped I am at work, yet here I am writing!

Your daddy has been working some contract football games two evenings a week, plus Saturday mornings, so it seems like we are trading off who comes home late. You always seem to be so excited to see us and have gotten your routine down. 6:30 - eat cereal, real baby food (you love everything so far, even peas!), and a bottle. Play time until you get cranky and take a cat nap, then another bottle around 9:00 and it's off to bed.

Rocking you to sleep has been so sweet lately. You tend to go to sleep better when you lay on your side, but now you are so long that your head and legs hang over the arms of the rocking chair. I remember you being so tiny in my arms! You can roll around now in your sleep, so every morning we seem to find you in a different spot in your crib. Sometimes sideways!

Well, this Saturday your daddy and I will be going to my work auction, so you are going to have your first babysitter that isn't from church! Daddy has asked one of his former students to come, so I hope you have a good time with her. Surely nothing major can go wrong in only three hours! Right, right?

Okay, back to work. Just wanted you to know that I was thinking of you even when we seem so busy. And I am very sorry about the other morning! You were laying in the middle of our bed, and since I thought you were still asleep, I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom when all of a sudden I heard a loud thump! You decided to nosedive off our bed. That's right - I confess to letting you out of my sight. Lesson learned, and now I pile pillows everywhere around you. I know this is the first of many times I will worry about you getting hurt, but truth is that you are on the move now and we have to just do our best. Granted, that was definitely not my best... I promise to do better. Oh, the guilt.