Daycare 101

It is back to school time already for me and Tate and the summer isn't even over yet. I returned to work three weeks ago after a wonderful nine month maternity leave. At the same time, Tate started daycare. Luckily for me, daycare is close to my office, so we drive to work together and I visit at lunch. I think the transition has been harder for me than him. I hate to leave him each morning and lunchtime, and the afternoon is always interminable as I can't wait to pick him up at the end of the day. Tate, however, seems to be adjusting really well. He has made friends with the other five babies in the infant room and loves playing with new toys. And he is picking up a lot of new tricks - he suddenly started clapping his hands and crawling with his butt in the air (before he would do the commando crawl) last week!

Brew City Bash

Over the 4th of July holiday, Tate made his first voyage to my hometown. The official occasion was a baby naming ceremony in honor of Tate's late great-grandfathers, Hy, Avo, and Ruby. The event went great and Grandma Barb, Grandpa Norm, and Great Grandma Mary rolled out all the stops to make sure Tate had a great visit, including lots of walks, playtime, and a trip to the botanical gardens. Tate also squeezed in some fun with his buddy Burke and even gave Grandma Barb a piano lesson. What a week!