This may seem somewhat silly and embarrassing to be excited over, but nevertheless, I AM!!!!!! We just got home from the gym and two things happened that make me very happy:
1. The front desk did not tap into the loud speaker to announce my mispronounced name for the entire population of guests to hear and look around for the person called frantically to report to childcare "Staceyia Olearn to the kids club please. Staceyia Olearn please report to the kids club.". Hide under a rock and no, that's not my name.
2. Thatcher (for the first time ever) didn't burst into tears upon seeing me walk back into the room to pick him up, meanwhile running full pace into my arms as if he were leaving a concentration camp. He actually stayed inside the gate trying his damnedest to jump and continue to showoff for the cute childcare employee.
This is excellent progress and I'm oh so proud of my little guy. One of these days I might actually be able to stay for an entire (gasp) hour.
He's napping now (read babbling in his crib, opening and closing the shutters and playing with elmo and his cabbage patch vernon). Off to shower as it's nearly 12 and I have yet to do so. Good greif how did that become so normal????
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