Elliot’s brother Steven, his wife Jodi and our niece Stephanie arrived here on Sunday afternoon. Micah showed off his skills, bonded with the three of them, and Elliot grilled chicken for dinner. Elliot had to work at Wolf Trap on Sunday night, so I hung out with his family while he was gone. Micah did not nap well Sunday afternoon, so he was ready to go to sleep around 7:15. He went down quickly and easily, and we all sat around watching him on the monitor. When Elliot arrived home, we enjoyed dessert with everyone. We then played a boisterous game of cards – Jodi loves the game “May I,” so the four of us sat around playing for a few hours.
On Monday morning, Micah woke up bright and early. He had his breakfast, played for a bit, then went down for his nap. When he woke up, he said goodbye to Steven, Jodi and Stephanie, and we bundled him off to his first day at the new daycare around 11:30! Elliot walked him over there, dropped off his stuff, and did the initial check-in process. He then met the rest of us at the Original Pancake House – one of my favorite breakfast/brunch spots! After brunch, Elliot’s family packed up their things and left for home. It was a nice visit, although a bit short. I felt terrible that they drove all that way for only a few short hours of Micah time.
We picked Micah up from daycare at 5:30, and he seemed to have a great day. We were pleased with his caretakers, and he was in a good mood. Our only challenge: Micah would not take a nap at daycare. Not really a surprise – there is so much going on there! Hopefully, it will get better with time.
On Monday night, the ladies from my playgroup took me out to celebrate my birthday. It was a nice dinner at Clydes on Tower Oaks, and we had a great time catching up. I cannot believe how the summer has just flown by.
We sent Micah back to daycare again today. This time, I dropped him off. He cried a bit when I put him down, crawled over to me, started whining “Mama” and put his arms up to be held. He was so cute. I think he was just in a clingy mood today. When I finally left, he was smiling and playing with a toy while Carla (his primary caretaker) held him.
As of this weekend, Micah is officially weaned – or at least he is no longer nursing. He actually decided to wean himself on Saturday – he refused to nurse both Saturday and Sunday, so we are all finished. He is still getting 1/2 breast milk and 1/2 formula, and will for the next few weeks until we run out. I am hoping to start playing with sippy cups again – hopefully we can get him to drop the bottle and take his milk by sippy cup.