Good Sport

X is a very, very good sport.  He's been completely easygoing about this incredibly stressful transitional period in our lives, going effortlessly from Mama as the primary caregiver...to Dad...to grandmother...and tomorrow, we shall see how he fares at day care!  I've just finished labeling his spare outfits and packing his bag of supplies.  I'm about to prepare bottles and then I will print out some family  photographs to tape in his naptime crib (at the Center's suggestion).  And then, it will be one last sleep before Day One. 

More than anything, I'm relieved that the drawn-out transition period will be over at last.  Now we finally have some shot at getting a "routine" started.  I'm sure it will take a while, but still.  Also, I've been warned over and over about the number of colds and minor ailments he's going to catch over the next weeks and months.  Oh, goody.  But we shall persevere.  And I'm sure we'll make it through somehow.

My little man turns SIX MONTHS OLD on Tuesday.  On the one hand, I can't believe how quickly this half-year has flown by.  And on the other hand, I can't believe that someone this important and life-changing has only been in our lives for half a year...

Major thanks to my mom for taking care of X all week, and happy mothers' day to us both :)  And too you all* as well!


* As applicable.

Now, I leave you with some photos of my good sport.  As well as a short film entitled, "Oh, a ball.  Oh, a ball.  I CANNOT REACH THE BALL."  I think it's going to do well at Cannes.

Mama is making me choose.

Too...many...options...



Okay, American football.  Let's give this a try.



Practicing for my NFL bio shot.

And this is my high school yearbook photo.  Varsity captain, yes?