three months

It's hard to believe that Liam is already 3 months old! I look at his newborn pictures and am amazed at how he has changed in such a short time. He's probably around 14 pounds. He is such a happy little boy that having a baby hardly seems like work (I know, soon enough I'll read this and wish he was still immobile).

My first week back to work went fine. Our day care gal was on vacation so Liam was able to be at home with Sandy and Janelle for two days each and Phil on Friday. I think he finally realizes why I didn't get much done all those weeks that I was home:) Liam is adjusting well to day care. Miss Joyce tells us that he is the star of the show...all the kids are in love with him. They spend a lot of time outside and he enjoys watching the kids play. Lucky for me that Phil does the drop off so I get to pick him up...a big smile from my babe at the end of a long work day melts my heart. Thankfully he hasn't forgotten me:)

We spent last weekend in Detroit Lakes. My aunties (aka the Volcano Sisters) threw a party for Liam on Saturday. It was a gorgeous day at the lake. Had a hard time getting Liam down for a nap. He is a little party guy and never wants to miss any of the action. Hmmm, I wonder where that comes from???

Me and my teddy

these are a few of my favorite things...for the moment

Attempting to escape my car seat
Drinking beer with daddy, uncle Chris and cousin Eli
Sucking on my fingers
Sleeping in my jogger
Watching the Twins (Joe Mauer is my favorite!)
Peeing on mommy in the bathtub
Hanging out with uncle Bryan
Laughing at mommy's terrible singing voice

day care dilemma

Liam D will be 12 weeks old on Saturday, which means "that day" will soon follow. I have to leave my sweet baby and go back to work (if you must know, I am crying as I write this...it's been a tough week). Twelve weeks seems like such a long time but it has gone by so fast. I am struggling with the fact that someone else will be with my baby more hours out of the day than me.

Going back to work means finding child care, which is not an easy process. Months before Liam was born we decided that in-home care was the best choice for us. I started making phone calls at the end of my pregnancy, and was told by those providers that actually called me back to wait until after he was born. Great, I was hoping to have that done BEFORE we had a new baby. When Liam was a month old, I started calling again. I found there are a lot of providers in our zip code, but hardly any with infant openings. After many calls and interviews we still hadn't found someone that was a perfect fit.

Talk about stressful! We found one gal we really liked but she was only open Monday through Thursday. I really wanted to work a flex schedule and have Fridays off to be with Liam. Unfortunately it was not to be. So I started looking...again. This time I was desperate. But not desperate enough to leave him with someone I wasn't comfortable with. The smell of stale smoke in the house? NOT COOL. A pit bull that visits the day care 2-3 times a week? NO WAY.

We found and finally found a great lady. She's very kind and has a lot of experience. She has a two acre yard with a huge playset and a masters degree in early childhood education. And I had a good feeling about her from our first phone conversation. Hopefully my mother's intuition is spot on. I am still hoping that I'll win the Powerball tomorrow night to avoid having to go back to work, but chances of that are pretty slim.