

I'm not referring to Kate. I have had to learn how to be a big girl for my little girl. It began the day she was born. I had to be a big girl and not be scared then and it has just continued from that point forward. Kate went to daycare yesterday - I went back to work. I dressed her in her adorable little pink and gray striped outfit with matching pink socks, of course. I attached her paci clip to her carefully selected bib that read, "beautiful baby." Off we went. The sweet grandma-like lady sweetly took her from my hands to begin her day. At this point, the tears are coming - I know it. All I could think was that I couldn't look back and I just needed to get in my car and get to work so I could hurry up and get back.
I made it to the office fine - a few tears fell, but I managed to pull it together somewhat. I spent the morning trying to figure out what was going on, and before I knew it, lunch was here and I went to visit my sweet baby girl. At the end of the day, she and I both made it fine.
Kate is at a great daycare. She seems to be very well taken care of. I have, surprisingly, enjoyed being back at work. Let me be clear, I LOVE being with Kate - I have
liked being at work. We will see how things go from here.
She is an absolute joy for me and Andy. She seems to get more alert and sweet every day. She already has a sweet personality. She gives big smiles and even laughs at times. I guess now that I'm a mommy, I'll have to continue to be a big girl.
*I will make every effort to be better about posting on here!*