Daycare...

I called our daycare provider yesterday to get the 411 on exactly what I need to pack up for Caroline's first day on July 10th. I need a shoebox sized plastic container that will hold all her supplies and I can basically pack it full of whatever we think she will need - not including bottles. So that means diapers, wipes, diaper cream, onesies, outfit changes and the like. After writing that down and thinking - wow - I need to get more onesies - I took my little fussbudget outside for some hammock time to chill her out (works like a charm - do they have hammocks at daycare?).

Quickly doing the math in my head and realizing that our time at home 24/7 is coming to an end I became a little sad. Caroline was sitting on my lap (almost holding herself up I might add) and just gazing up at the trees and feeling the wind in that baby way that makes you think that seeing those trees and feeling that breeze is just about the best thing they have ever experienced. I love that. She looked so peaceful and adorable and sweet and I became a little teary-eyed, which is bound to happen during these last days at home, but I was entirely not expecting. Then the most magical thing happened. Caroline looked at me with those baby blues made her inquisitive investigative face and reached out her hands to touch my face wiping each tear away with such precision and care that it made my heart leap. Caroline is an old soul afterall and a caring one at that...

Who's the baby and who's the mommy....


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