Mother's Day In

     So Matt has finally made it back. He has gone out of town quite a few times since moving here to Small Town and I am trying to get used to it. It is ironic that when we move away from a place where Daisy and I had many Mama and baby friends and too many things we could get out do Matt starts to travel.  It is so different being in Small Town now. I am trying to be creative and come up with interesting things to do with Daisy to give her new experiences  and, thanks to some wonderful friends, we are guaranteed a lunch date at least once a week but I still sometimes compare what our life would be like if we had not moved to Small Town. Then, I kick myself in the booty and tell myself to get over it and move on.

Looking just like her Uncle B

     We tried Mother’s Day Out once again today in an attempt to let me get out for a bit and give Daisy time around other children, something she desperately needs,  however things didn’t go quite as planned. After dropping her off around 10:00 I had high hopes for my few hours of freedom, clean house here I come, around 11:00 those hopes faded when my phone rang. Apparently Daisy had been crying nonstop since I left and was not calming down. So back to the church I went and when I get out of the car I hear my screaming baby. I rush inside and as soon as she sees me she smiles, points her finger and says “dat” (this is her words for anything she wants) and that was that. She did cling to me and press her head to my shoulder with so much force you could not have pried her off. Needless to say the kid is going through an extreme clingy stage. In her defense though, I will say she is just breaking through four, yes four, top teeth. I would want my Mama if I was going through that as well.

Another day another little red car picture.

The end!