G'night Gracie

Finally some new photos:

Mommy likes to play with my hair. In the bathtub, I think it's pretty cool to have a big spike on my head. You can even see Elmo swimming around in the background trying to get a closer look at my new do. But later, Mommy had this bright idea to put her fake ponytail on my head. It was OK for the first two seconds. But after that I realized that I looked like a total valley girl and just couldn't take it any more. So the last picture is me making it crystal clear to Mommy that I did not appreciate her making me look like a valley girl. I can't believe she snapped the picture anyway!

Excuse me for a moment, I need to use the "S" word.

Daycare Sucks

This week was Grace's first week at daycare. Lucky for me, but not for Grace, she was sick on Monday so I got to stay home with her. She was still feeling pretty crummy on Tuesday so she went to Grandma's house. Then Wednesday (or should I say d-day) came. I had to take her to daycare. It was the most heart wrenching thing I've ever had to do. She cried, I cried and cried, and cried again. It was so hard to see her upset. She rarely ever cries and when she does it's because she's tired, hungry or she just fell down and bumped her head. I know, I know. Lots of kids go to daycare and they are just fine. And I know she will be too. But right now it makes me feel really bad, really guilty. And to make it worse, I don't even get to pick her up. Steve gets home earlier than me and he gets to pick her up. Therefore I'm bad cop and he's good cop. But she still likes me better. I guess it's just that thing that Moms have. She wants me above anyone else. Especially when she's tired and crabby after being at daycare all day. I know, it will get easier. And I'm sure there will be many more situations like this in her lifetime - when she'll have to go somewhere she doesn't want to. But man, this is tough. I guess I'm a wimp. Or maybe I'm just a Mom who loves her kid. Don't we all feel that way?