Holy cow. How is this little guy already 10 months old? Time is just flying by! He was not having the monkey this morning, and we were late for school, so this is all we have right now. But he is SUCH a boy now!
Trent:
-crawls like crazy
-pulls up on everything
-lets go for a little bit and can stand holding nothing (this surprised me)
-eats Stage 3 baby food and some 'adult' food (Cheerios, toast, sweet potatoes = good, beans, bananas, strawberries, grapes, tomatoes = spit out instantly, going to work on more this weekend)
-has 7 teeth
-says Da Da, Ma Ma, Ba Ba, Na Na, can SQUEAL like nothing else
-sleeps through the night MOST nights
-loves music and dancing while being held
-loves to read books (and will push the books away that he doesn't want to read - so cute)
-is a JOY
Motherhood has changed my life 180 degrees. Nothing about my life is as it was before Trent. As it should be. But sometimes I feel like the other facets around my life don't get it.
I hate taking Trent to school.
I hate that I have to work, and I hate that it makes me be away from my innocent, curious, wonderful little love the majority of the day.
I relish my time with him on the weekends. I pretty much refuse to do anything that doesn't include him. But that means little 'Me' time, hardly any time with friends, not enough 'hubby' time (although oodles of family time). But I'm okay with that since I don't get nearly enough time with him during the week.
How does a working mom (outside the home, I mean) make it all...well...work? I don't have the answer, and it's very frustrating.
I try to focus on all the good in our lives (and we have an overabundance of good), and I don't enjoy sounding bratty, but I miss my baby all day long.
J. Lo was on Ellen last week, and when Ellen asked her the hardest thing about being a mother, Jenny said 'Guilt'. That about sums it up. As a working mom, I feel a tremendous amount of guilt. And I want it to go away. Just have to figure out how to do that...
Trent: