Daycare

Tom pretty much finished up the baby’s room this weekend. He painted and put wainscoting on the lower half of the walls. It looks so cute in there. I find myself in this newly painted empty room a couple times throughout the day just standing there and smiling at the walls.

My list of things I freak out about is getting smaller and smaller. We’ve signed up for a birthing class and a breastfeeding class, we’ve ordered and received the baby bedding, we’ve finished registering, and now, painting the nursery has been scratched off the list. The two big things we have left are ordering the furniture for the nursery and begin the process of picking out a daycare. Picking out a daycare is going to be the most stressful. Deciding whether I want “Random Stranger A” or “Random Stranger B” to spend more time with my baby than I get to is going to be a very tough decision. Back home, deciding on a daycare would be a matter of a quick phone call to our cousin who watches children out of her home. We know for a fact that she would love Thomas and she would care for him effortlessly. But since we don’t have the luxury of family here in KC, we really just have to decide which stranger is the best stranger to care for our child. We’ve got two options to choose from which were given to us by friends who take their children there. One option is more convenient for me and Tom when it comes to location. The other option is a little more out of our way but it is where my good friend Kim takes her daughter Peyton (the future Mrs. Thomas Michael Tod). I would love for Thomas and Peyton to be able to be together throughout the week.

But who knows…once that little guy looks at me for the first time and he melts my heart away…you all might be lucky I even let anyone hold him….let alone let some stranger care for him on a daily basis. :-)