D-Day

Today was D-Day. Daycare day. First, let me say William had a great night last night. He slept from 8:30-7:30! It may not happen again for a long time, but last night it was great! I had to wake him up this morning at 7:30 to get the day started and get him to St. Aloysius. I dropped him off around 8:30, and he did fine. I was a basket case as I was leaving the center, but thankfully the women who will be taking care of my baby are wonderful and took the time to take care of me this morning. They already have a special place in my heart.

I let him stay there until 2:30. I figured 6 hours was long enough, and I was concerned about having packed enough bottles. When I went to get him a few of the other first day parents were picking up their babies, so I didn't feel bad. According to his "report card", William didn't nap as well as he does at home, but he was his usual happy baby self with the exception of diaper changing time.

Now we are back home, relaxing. I think Murtle really missed William today. She hung out with him much longer than she normally does when we got home, it was very sweet.

On to other topics, the teething has started. Today especially, the drooling is out of control. William is not really cranky, but he's starting to chew on everything. Every time I hold him he is trying to grab and eat my face! The pediatrician thought she saw the slits for his bottom teeth at his appointment weeks ago, so maybe we'll have teeth soon.