So I'm still trying to figure out this work/life balance thing. I think the consensus is that it's always a work in progress to figure out that balance but, man, is it hard. Especially these days. It is so hard for me to leave home in the morning...I feel like I'm missing out on my baby's day and all the fun, cute things he says and does. I think about how I'm missing out on playing with play doh and getting messy with paint and building a train set and knocking down blocks and reading "The Little Engine That Could" eight times in one hour. Woe is me. I am trying to look at the bright side of it all. The fact that I give him over to someone else for 8 hours of the day means that I am fresh and full of energy when I am with him and so Mommy is always fun and always has lots of patience. That's good, right?
Enough for now. Hopefully more to come soon. For now, I will end with my cuteness on his second Halloween: