Highs & Lows

HIGH:

Teacher Noemi: Jaimie, how old are you?

Jaimie: 32.

Teacher Noemi: Wow, I was going to guess 22.

Jaimie: Forget Teacher Linda C., you’re now my favorite teacher.

LOW: I’m on the train with Jakey in the front pack.  He immediately falls asleep.  Something smells horrible.  Great, am I now on a jam-packed baby bullet train strapped to a poopy diaper and absolutely no where to change it?  A guy gets on the train and says into his cell phone, “Ewww, it smells like Chloe’s diaper on this train.”  I would like to disappear.  Jake continues to sleep, completely oblivious to any embarrassment.  We get to school and I immediately send Jake to the changing station.  He is unequivocally absolved of guilt.  So who was responsible for that train ride?!  I was relieved that I wasn’t actually responsible.  James pointed out that it doesn’t matter… everyone thought it was the girl with the baby anyway… great.

HIGH:

After a solid week of nightly sleep training, Jacob slept from 8 to 5.  One night.  It’s a small victory.

LOW:

We’re all sick with a cold.  James -> Jake -> Jaimie…

HIGH:

Wednesday, December 2nd.  After months of DA-DAAAA!  DA DA!  Jacob says MA MA.  He doesn’t say it in his gleeful DA DA way… more like when he’s kind of crying.  But it’s definitely MA MA.  Just before his 9-month birthday. 🙂

LOW:

I’m not loving work.

HIGH:

The 100 page P.F. Chang’s paper is done.  I am officially a Master of Administering Business.  If only I had some interesting business to administer….  3 years and I finally get my life back!  What am I going to do with myself?