The month of February kicks me right in the balls.
A thousand pardons if you find that expression vulgar, but it's how I feel.
I can never think of what to do for Jakob's birthday. I wish we had more money so I could buy him LOST:THE GAME.
The good news is that Cooper has started his new daycare and they adore him. He had his first three days last week and they had nothing but glowing things to say about him. He went to the potty. He shared. They even commented on how advanced he is verbally. Teacher Stella explained to me that she has the children sit on the blue circle rug and wait to go outside until she calls their names one by one. Cooper piped up, "Could you please call my name. I want to go outside!" She said she was blown away. (Language delayed my butt!)
I was just so overjoyed to have a daycare professional say positive things about my kid. I got a little weepy when she talked about how great he was doing there. I think the other daycare experience filled me with a tremendous amount of shame.
Speaking of shame, I'm working out everyday, but I'm still gaining my weight back. Also, I haven't painted in weeks. Also, I still don't have a job. I really thought I'd be hired by now. I guess the tv news is right, things are the worse they've been in 34 years.
FeBLUary
Posted by Nicole Charbonneau White at 4:30 PM
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You have already given Jakob a terrific son. You are a wonderful friend and wife. Anything else you come up with for his birthday is gravy.
Congratulations on finding suitable daycare for your boy. We all know how terrific Cooper is and I am glad you stuck by your guns with those knuckleheads at the Y.
Let's face it. Being a woman is hell. I work out close to one hour everyday and it has not stopped my waist from expanding. I try to think of it as exercising my heart and maintaining my flexibility (relatively speaking). Don't forget that muscle weighs more than fat.
The economy is a disaster. Work will come. The clouds will clear. I just wish I could be there to show you better support. I miss you and think of you and yours all the time. Hang in there, Nikki. You know you rock. Ask Cooper.
Much love,
Susan
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