At Jack's first daycare, I hung in a Mom Posse.
There is nothing to bond you together like new motherhood, mmmkay? And we banded together, like whoa. At some point once we realized we all liked each other and our babies, we started planning "theme days" at daycare. Plaid shirt day. Team day. Dress up day.
And of course, there were parties. Halloween, Christmas, Valentine's Day.
We would descend on daycare on our lunch breaks, catch up, hold our babies, and take pictures like tourists at Stonehenge.
It was awesome. I was adjusting to being a working mom of a baby and filled with joy. And, of course, I couldn't imagine Jack being any bigger than he was at just that moment.
|I think this was Dress Up Day, if I remember correctly.|
Flash forward to yesterday and the Valentine's Day party at Jack's (new) school, which we both love and adore. No posses yet, but never say never. I may not have given up the life.
And I'm still there, taking pictures like, "Look kids! It's Big Ben!"
|Note: Quite a feast. It was demolished.|
And Jack is clearly going on 3, going on 15. And I'm still a little disheveled and filled with joy.
Hope you are filled with joy (and cupcakes) today.