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Tears Falling From the Sky

It's raining. That is appropriate since today is my first day not attached to my little man. The weather kind of reflects my mood.

Of course, the three practice runs we did last week were great. Then today was...not. The Gremlin woke up screaming at 6:30 because her diaper had soaked through and her sheets were drenched (she drank at least 16 ounces of fluids before bed last night, so it is no wonder).

2.0 has been waking up at 6:15, eating and then going back to sleep until I go in and get him at 7:30, so he was screaming as well.

So the Gremlin and I went and got 2.0, sat in his rocking chair while he ate and cuddled for a little bit until the lure of the books was too much. After blowing her nose on three different clean burp clothes, she went to get some books to read.

The rest of the morning went ok except for the fact that I decided to walk them to the nanny since we were so early, which normally would have been perfect except for the first sentence of this post. Good thing I took my umbrella. We needed it.

So picture this...

The Monster on the leash, stopping every few minutes to rub her nose or shake off (she isn't crazy about the rain). The Gremlin in one side of the double stroller complaining about the aqua on her shoes (the rest of her was well protected from the rain). 2.0's car seat and bouncy seat in the other side of the stroller, getting somewhat wet. Our messenger bag full of stuff sitting on the front of the stroller getting kicked by the Gremlin and splashed by the water coming up from the wheel. 2.0 hanging on my chest, as usual. And a huge golf umbrella sticking out of the cup holder keeping 2.0 and I dry.

We were weaving all around on the sidewalk. People were crossing the street to get out of our way. At one point, a guy waiting for the bus commented about the crew I had and stepped as far back as he could.

But we made it. We unloaded everyone and everything at the nanny's and after linger a little too long and asking for a few too many kisses, I walked out the door.

2.0 was sitting in his seat smiling and checking out everything. The Gremlin was closing the door behind me. And the Monster was patently waiting for me outside.

After all that, work will be a breeze!

Here is 2.0 right after getting several kisses from his big sister and the Gremlin showing him her flash cards.




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  1. You did it! Sucks, but you did it!

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    1. It does suck. He was a lot of fun. Good thing work is busy. ;)

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  2. It is so hard to leave when your maternity leave was so wonderful. He'll get things sorted out soon with eating and sleeping!

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    1. Apparently he was perfect. This is the baby we expected before. Glad we had a little "accident" and made him. :)

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