PICNIC PEOPLE
🌷The week started off with Father’s Day and ended with Phil and I taking our first trip away from Evie (sads). Between those two momentous events, Evie transitioned to her knew daycare.
Besides my mother, I have never met anyone who wants for nothing more than my husband. So, imagine my excitement when I finally had a gift idea I knew he would love. Also, imagine the difficulty when trying to purchase this gift when we spend almost all our time together AND when he is home when packages arrive. Regardless, Phil has had visions of our family being “picnic people” since well before Evie’s embryo existed. So, I researched and found the perfect picnic basket and blanket. The blanket arrived in time, the basket did not, but we picnicked nonetheless at Lake Harriet, with Darla in tow, along with Evie’s grandparents and uncle.
After a successful Father’s Day, we prepped Evie for something we have been planning for a month – moving her to our “first choice” daycare, the one that only now had room for us (14+ months after we signed up!) The first day was rough. I questioned everything. I could no longer watch her on video (although the daycare sent minute by minute updates on her day and pictures.) I could tell she was nervous and uncertain, arriving at the gleaming, but new facility. I got a “vibe” something was off with one of the teachers. I didn’t bring baby wipes. Evie cried when I picked her up, so ready to be back with her mom! What did I do?! Did we make a massive mistake? Should we revert to our original daycare. The stress was real. And the stress disappeared on day 2. The teachers were/are lovely. Evie loved interacting with them. She came home from daycare happy, not overly tired. Plus, this daycare was able to keep her in the same outfit all day (with all her vomiting, Phil and I struggle with this!) We’ll stick with this new school. We always new the transition would be a bit rocky, but by mid-week, I felt the same level of confidence I felt when I visited the school three years ago for our son.
After only 3 days at her new daycare, Evie was going to her grandparents’ house for the first time while Phil and I jetted off to Chicago for a long weekend (more to come next week.) I planned and prepped for this overnight staycation for Evie, made notes, packed all the things, got another car seat base for my parents. The idea of not seeing her for days felt unnatural. My mom asked if I was nervous. Honestly, I said no, but I wouldn’t trust anyone else with our peach puff for this long. My parents love, love, love her, plus, they will keep her safe. Caring for their granddaughter was not, is not, a job for them. Knowing how much they love her, planned for this weekend, and how much they were looking forward to this momentous step, eased my mind. I wasn’t nervous to have Evie in my parents’ care, but I was heartbroken to be away from her for what felt like an eternity (really, only three nights). Evie has never not slept at our home. I could go on and on about the feels I’m having, but I have a flight to catch, a few tears to shed, and a peach puff to kiss, cuddle, and love on before saying goodbye for a couple days.🌷
