So the summer is coming to a close, and school is looming in the not-so distant future. Ugh.
I'm definitely ready to be more social. I loved loved loved staying home with Eliot. We drove each other crazy plenty of times, but I think it would have been physically painful to apart from him.
That said, I'm going back to work (sort of) this school year. I'll be working two Mothers' Day Out programs Monday-Thursday. For two days of the week, Eliot will be with me, one of three little kiddos. That's a lot of little ones, but we'll swing it. The two other days of the week I'll be working with a toddler class which will not include Eliot. He'll be in the nursery class right next to me.
Would you like to take bets now as to who will have the harder time on the first day of school?
I've already started losing sleep over it. And sleep is not something to be squandered these days.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Estimation
I was pretty nervous before our first airplane ride(s) with Eliot. He was a light sleeper who only slept in the dark with his noisemaker going. Yeh, most of that was his parents' fault, but when he slept, we were grateful and we began some bad habits.
The first day wouldn't be so bad, I told myself. After all, the flights just happened to fall a little bit late of his scheduled naps anyway. And he was excellent! He showed signs of sleepiness in his exciting, new surroundings. My hopes soared. Then he fell asleep nursing during takeoff!! Wow! I was thrilled.
Of course Dan seemed as nervous about me nursing in public as Eliot sleeping. He leaned forward to block me from view, but I would only have been visible to five people (Dan, me, Eliot, the stewardess who passed by only to begin her drink rounds, and the man who was asleep across from Dan). So, no one saw us.
The next flight was even better, though it was longer. It was the one I was really nervous about. Again, Eliot fell asleep while nursing soon after take off. He woke up with 40 minutes left of the flight, but we had been moved to the seats right behind 1st class, so we had all this floor room in front of us. Eliot played at our feet (oh, Dan had moved across the aisle, there was so much free space) and we even were able to change a dirty diaper on the floor there rather than attempt the scary bathroom changing table.
Eliot was an angel during the trip. More on that later.
He slept on the return flight from Edmonton to Minneapolis, and while we had extra space, we didn't have the sweet spot behind 1st class. The trouble came that evening. The flight should have left at 7ish (close to Eliot's bedtime), but it was cancelled. Not only was it late, we had to figure out the return flight, hotel, and shuttle to said hotel--not to mention wait for the crib to be delivered.
Again, he was awesome. He cried during his bedtime story. He was simply exhausted, so we cut it short and put him to bed. He woke up once, crying, "Where am I?! Where's my Mommy?!?" He fell asleep as soon as went to him.
Then we had to wake the poor tyke at 5:30 to catch the rescheduled flight to Nashville. He was a gem! He didn't sleep much on the flight, but he was a sweetie. And to top it all off, he took a four hour nap once we got home, giving Mom and Dad time to take a nap of their own.
My mom said she learned pretty quickly not to underestimate her children. She said I taught her that. Probably because Ryan was such a goody two shoes, there was no reason to expect anything less than goody-ness. I learned the same on this trip!
The first day wouldn't be so bad, I told myself. After all, the flights just happened to fall a little bit late of his scheduled naps anyway. And he was excellent! He showed signs of sleepiness in his exciting, new surroundings. My hopes soared. Then he fell asleep nursing during takeoff!! Wow! I was thrilled.
Of course Dan seemed as nervous about me nursing in public as Eliot sleeping. He leaned forward to block me from view, but I would only have been visible to five people (Dan, me, Eliot, the stewardess who passed by only to begin her drink rounds, and the man who was asleep across from Dan). So, no one saw us.
The next flight was even better, though it was longer. It was the one I was really nervous about. Again, Eliot fell asleep while nursing soon after take off. He woke up with 40 minutes left of the flight, but we had been moved to the seats right behind 1st class, so we had all this floor room in front of us. Eliot played at our feet (oh, Dan had moved across the aisle, there was so much free space) and we even were able to change a dirty diaper on the floor there rather than attempt the scary bathroom changing table.
Eliot was an angel during the trip. More on that later.
He slept on the return flight from Edmonton to Minneapolis, and while we had extra space, we didn't have the sweet spot behind 1st class. The trouble came that evening. The flight should have left at 7ish (close to Eliot's bedtime), but it was cancelled. Not only was it late, we had to figure out the return flight, hotel, and shuttle to said hotel--not to mention wait for the crib to be delivered.
Again, he was awesome. He cried during his bedtime story. He was simply exhausted, so we cut it short and put him to bed. He woke up once, crying, "Where am I?! Where's my Mommy?!?" He fell asleep as soon as went to him.
Then we had to wake the poor tyke at 5:30 to catch the rescheduled flight to Nashville. He was a gem! He didn't sleep much on the flight, but he was a sweetie. And to top it all off, he took a four hour nap once we got home, giving Mom and Dad time to take a nap of their own.
My mom said she learned pretty quickly not to underestimate her children. She said I taught her that. Probably because Ryan was such a goody two shoes, there was no reason to expect anything less than goody-ness. I learned the same on this trip!
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