Today started out horribly. Charlie was in a bad mood from the moment I got him out of his crib. This was in part due to a topple head-first into the crib itself, but I think there was more to it. Anyway, breakfast was an absolute nightmare. Charlie is at the stage where he insists on feeding himself, or refuses to eat. Needless to say, my formerly clean jeans are now covered in oatmeal spots...but they're still going to have to make it through the day. I absolutely refuse to go through a pair of jeans before 8 AM!
Playtime wasn't much better. Everything seemed to frustrate him. He wanted up, then he wanted down. He wanted the sunglasses on him, then he wanted them on me, then he wanted them on the floor. And this entire saga was accompanied by his newly acquired penchant for squealing and whining...ugghhh...
By the time Jason came downstairs, I was convinced that there was no way Charlie could go to daycare today. He was just having too rough of a morning to make it until 12:00 for a nap. Plus, how could I inflict this on his teachers? But, it's Monday, a work day and I have Access Line reports and porting reports and market assessments waiting...
As much as I'd like to blame daycare for this morning's attitude, I thing Jason and I might actually be the culprits. We definitely didn't provide a relaxing, laid back weekend for Charlie to recover from his first week of school.
We kicked off Friday night with a blueberry pancake dinner. On Saturday, Charlie had a playdate at Sophia's while Mom and Dad went to a cooking class for Corrisa's birthday. Charlie took a great nap and had a blast playing the sandbox with Sophia. So far they still seem to play independently, side-by-side, but we're really looking forward to watching their friendship grow!
After the birthday party we all headed over to Lakely's house for her first birthday party, where Charlie flirted, climbed, laughed and devoured a hamburger and a cupcake. Next stop was Corrisa's house for her birthday party -- and more cake! Charlie and I came home around 8:30, and he was beyond beat.
Sunday was lower key, but still fun. After church, Charlie and I surprised Dad with lunch at the Boathouse on IOP, overlooking the marsh. He even had is own cup of orange juice! By the time we got home, all Jason and I wanted to do was take a nap...so the three of us just spent the rest of the day playing and watching golf.
Add the weekend's adventures to the remnants of last week's cold and it's no wonder that Charlie was fussy this morning, and I can't in good conscience blame any deep-seated hatred of daycare, no matter how hard I try. Especially since he didn't even cry when I dropped him off today. I suppose I'll eventually be relieved to drop him off on fussy days, but right now I just feel guilty.
Plus, on top of everything else, I forgot that today is picture day, so Charlie is sporting a dumptruck playsuit -- not exactly "picture day" attire...and his spare outfit is a Bass Pro onesie. Looks like we definitely won't be ordering any pictures this go-round!
Family pic in pink princess birthday hats
Happy Birthday, Princess Lakely!
Mmmm...OJ
Where's Charlie?
If I could just get through the glass, I'm sure I could fly!
I can do it myself!
The perfect accessory for Monday morning drama
