Daycares of thunder

Sorry for the lack of updates, or rather, for the lack of Colin-face-time.

The big reason is we're all trying to piece our fragile lives back together after the shock of the Jen and Brad breakup.

But, seriously, we're trying to get back into the swing of things back at work, and help Colin settle in at day care. Which has almost certainly been much harder on Heidi and me.

Colin spends 3 days a week (M,T,TH) with a woman who watches about 5-6 other youngsters during the day. Her name is Lisa, and she's very sweet and has been helpful in helping us make the transition from stay-at-homers to working folk. Every day Colin comes home with a report of when he ate, when he napped, and when he was changed, as well as a nice description of how his day went. Most days, he comes home very happy, and loaded down with art projects that Lisa and the other children made for him. Someday soon, we look forward to posting up lots of his work on the Williamson fridge.

The other 2 weekdays (W,F) Heidi stays home and does the best she can to work and keep Colin happy and occupied. It's going to be a juggling act for sure, but we are certainly gracious to Heidi's employers who have allowed her to pursue this option.

In the meantime, Colin breezed past his 3-month birthday -- holy mackerel! -- and continues to grow and learn.

Right now, he:

• Laughs


• Smiles


• Drools a bunch


• Blows raspberries with his lips


• Holds his head steady


• Lifts and turns his head with regularity


• Usually sleeps through the night with only one feeding


• Grasps and holds items


• Listens and responds to voices and sounds


• Loooooooves bathtime

Next thing you know, he'll be:

• turning over


• crawling


• growing teeth


• knocking over lamps and our precious crystal


• throwing temper tantrums


• referring to us by our first names because "only babies call their parents Mommy and Daddy"

His blonde hair is coming in, and his eyes are turning bluer each day. He's generally a happy soul, and it's amazing how we rush back to our little townhouse to see him. It feels more and more like our home, simply because he's in our lives.

Sappy, I know, but hey, age'll do that to you. Heidi can tell you, as she's now a nearly decrepit 30.