Continuing the theme of dumping the baby onto other people, Anderson just spent his first day at daycare. Well ... not actually a day. More like 3 hours. But he was in someone else's hands instead of ours. In the case, it was "Miss Maci" and "Miss Something else that I forget". These people are all of 20 years old, but we are to refer to them as "Miss" Whatever, which is pretty entertaining. I guess this is all to train us to think of their schoolteachers as Miss Whatever. We'll get used to it.
Still, it was a pretty emotional thing for Natalie. Even though others have watched over Anderson, entrusting Munchie to some women who just recently graduated from high school (I hope) seemed to overwhelm her. Tears flowed. Me? Internal tears of joy. The tears that come when you realize someone else's eardrum will be pierced by a shrill shriek and the tears that come when you know someone else is responsible for keeping Anderson's bottom clean. Was I emotional? Hell, yes I was.
As for me, this gives me an opportunity to sleep after work (I'm now doing some hospitalist work and will start some nephrology work once my Medicare number has come in) and to study for my nephrology board exam on November 20th. I'm looking forward to taking this test as much as I'm looking forward to driving a rusty nail into my elbow. But it's the last one ever, assuming I pass.
Otherwise Natalie and I are doing well. Here are some pictures of the first day at daycare.
And here's a picture of Lindsay Lohan, just because I think she needs more publicity.
