First Day of School...First Day of Work

Today was my first day back in the full-time working world.  It was much anticipated, and went pretty well - considering I only had to work three out of my eight hours! (The woman I'm shadowing this week was sick today.)  So the transition went smoothly...for me.
Our Chubbers/Sugars/Handsomeness struggled a little bit at day care.  He didn't cry - too much - when I left him, but he went all Gandhi on us and decided to go on a hunger strike.  He ate nothing but crackers all day, and only that was at the last snack time of the day.  He didn't even drink his beloved milk.  Of course, he practically ate us out of house and home after we got him, well, home, and he ate full servings of pork, peas, and grapes for dinner, two glasses of milk, and two snacks - all in the three hours between pick-up at day care and laying him down in his crib to go to sleep.  But he'll get the hang of it, if only because he's so darn cute and cuteness evens everything out, right?

I know that these are two paper signs that probably took a staff member a combined total of 45 seconds to make, but it sure did do my mom's heart good to know that their arrival was noticed.
Micah did much better than Liam with his transition.  He now goes to preschool five mornings a week, one of us (mostly Tim) will pick him up, take him home for lunch, then drop him at the daycare for the afternoon.
Micah's assessment of the time in the daycare again?
Bad: "I don't like the dark."  (He arrives at naptime.)
Good: Arriving home ridiculously sweaty because they play on the playground in the time right before we pick him up.

P.S.  Mom, I officially hate this sweater on me.  Remember I had my doubts before buying it in the store?  I was right.  Seeing it in pictures confirmed those doubts.  It's yours.  It will look much better on you.  Not my color in any way.