3:59pm – Patrick and I are typing away on our computers and there are no cries, gurgles, or thunks from the other room. No, he’s not asleep. He’s on his first day of gradual entry to our new pseudo-daycare. Petra and I are going to exchange children one day a week, so neither of us has to pay for daycare. We may increase it to two days a week as time goes on, but for now we’re just starting with 3 hours a day and building up from there. Nicholas was very excited to see Danika when I dropped him off at her home, and she (as she always does) pointed at him and said “baby”, which I translated to mean … “I’m so glad you came over to play with me – let’s read a book!” She didn’t try to pick him up this time – maybe she remembers that he is heavier than her.
The easiest part of it all is that Petra lives within a 30-second walk from us, so if the kids are *really* fussy, we’re close enough to help them calm down. I hope we won’t have to resort to this, but it’s nice to know the option is there (for both them and us). I love that Petra and I seem to have a very similar approach to parenting – we’re using the “attachment parenting” approach, with our own modifications as we deem necessary.
10:04pm – First day of pseudo-daycare went well – I’m not sure he even missed us, although he was a little clingy when he came home. But that might have been because he’s got another tooth ready to push through. That might also explain the 2-3 feedings per night he’s been having recently. I’m amazed that I’m still able to function during the day, considering how unrested I am. Oh, please let me sleep through most of tonight, my little angel.