The baby continues his quest to moving on his own. He squirms mostly. But boy, that little boy talks up a racket.
He did really amazingly well at GenCon and slept through the Dealer hall. This is the boy that we had to walk around Romero's Macoroni Grill because it was too overstimulating. I guess it was the low hum of the noise rather then the sharp noise in resturants.
The baby also starts Day Care on Tuesday. I'm torn about it. In someways I feel like I can't be a good mother because I can't stay home and make sure I'm watching him. On the other hand, it is a homebased Daycare and I'm working to make sure we have things in our life. Plus Daycare isn't a terrible thing.
In other news, I'm pretty sure my birthday is going to pass with a whimper. I don't know how I feel about that. My birthday is always a terrible day, and this year it is on a Tuesday. My mom is going to be out of town. My sister, myself (almost definataly), and James will be working. That weekend we go to MI on a trip I'm not 100% sure we can afford but it's for a Bat Mitzvah. I have three friends whose birthdays are this weekend. School starts Monday. My birthday gets lost in the shuffle, just like every year.
Last year I made a big deal out of my birthday. I had a party. 7 people came out of 2 dozen or so that I invited. I got a handful of happy birthdays from people on Facebook, but not nearly the number expected for 200 'friends'. I got maybe 10.
I just want to be remember on my birthday you know. Lately I just feel like I'm defined not as myself but as David-Michael's Mom or our friend with the baby. I want a day about me. But I guess I'm not going to get it. Not this year.
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