Someday Alex will thank me for having the evidence on her evil ways!

Don and I joined a gym in Mt. Airy last weekend. I’ve already gone to work out 3 times – yay me! The gym has a daycare place for children 6 weeks and up, and it seems clean, well-run, with friendly staff, etc. I feel good about leaving the kids there. Alex apparently loves it. I sit him on the floor when I go in, to sign them in, and he just sits and takes it all in for a little bit before he’s off, crawling around and exploring all the cool new stuff. He barely even notices when I come back in to get them! Avery…not so much with the love and exploration. It seems that she throws a fit once I leave, and the staff tries to soothe her for about 25 minutes before I hear, “Jen Kitchen, please return to The Kid’s Place.” Translation: Your daughter is having a fit and we give up. And every time I walk in, she’s just calmed down, but has obviously been crying. At least I am getting some time on an elliptical machine – I sort of think it’s an unwritten rule that they give you enough time to do some cardio before paging you. But it’s embarassing to be paged – I feel like a bad mom deserting my child, only to be paged for all of Mt. Airy to know it. The staff says she just needs time and she’ll get used to it, they all do, but I feel bad leaving them to hear her cry and deal with a fussy baby, and I feel bad leaving her knowing she’ll cry. I just don’t know how to help her get past this super-mommy attachment thing she has going on. I love her dearly, but I need some time to breathe, and she does it any time she knows I am leaving, for tutoring, at the gym, etc. She’s such happy, sweet girl otherwise. I don’t know how to help her deal with it. Hopefully this too shall pass, and quickly.

Okay, cheesy title, I know. But I couldn’t resist. Alex has been drooling like crazy for about a week, and yesterday I figured out why. His lower left molar is coming through! I thought he had some paper or other floor debris in his mouth yesterday, but when I swiped with my finger, it was hard. Toothlike, even. So his toothcount is now 8, with Avery stuck forever at 4 1/4 – she has a tiny nub poking through on the bottom of what will be her 5th. I’ve heard molars are the worst, and this wasn’t too bad, actually, so hopefully he’s getting tougher about teething.