Dear Emery Jack,
I feel so guilty for not having this post written right away. There were many times that I thought about it this past month, but every time I sit down to write, life happens. I cannot believe that my tiny little baby that I brought home from the hospital in his sweet little blue striped tiger pants is a year and a half already. Where does the time go? When you get older you'll see what I mean.
There are so many new things you've brightened our days with. You recently had your 2nd Halloween, but this time you were able to trick-or-treat and get candy. I only let you have a few suckers, but those suckers were the best things EVER in your eyes. You dressed as Elmo this year and you were the cutest Elmo EVER!
October was a very crazy month in our household. I had parent teacher conferences and it was SO stressful. There are so many times I wonder if going back to work was the best thing for our family. Yes, you're doing great at daycare, but there are some days that you'd rather have your mommy and even more days where your mommy would rather have you. I feel extremely guilty for leaving you each morning and going to a class full of children that half the time would rather be anywhere, but the classroom. I don't blame the kids, but the families are a whole different story. Most of these kids do not have support from their parents OR they let their children run the house and tell them what to do, which makes my job extremely difficult.
I love you to pieces Emery and that's why dad and I decided that this may not be my niche. I went into teaching thinking I would make a big difference, but I'm not sure all the time away from my family is making that difference. It's very disheartening. This is a job that you can't necessarily leave at the door. There are a lot of nights that I come home with a heavy heart, but you and your daddy lift me up as soon as I see your face.
You have started to be very snugly. Every time I pick you up from daycare you run to me with your hands in the air and lay your head on my shoulder. Sometimes you even pat me on the back. I am so in love with you.
You are really working on your words and have a couple favorite words that you throw around daily: NO, nine, "melmo"- Elmo, Momma, Daddy, TRACTOR! This one you say over and over when we're in the car and you see anything on wheels. :)
You are the silliest little guy I know and everyone that comes in contact with you loves you. When we go out to dinner you wave at everyone and tell them Hi. When people stand up to leave you tell them bye.
I love you to the moon and back.
Love,
Mama
