and...go

I've been waiting for this day for almost two whole years. It is the first official day of the summer that my baby is old enough to be some fun. Time to start living according to the Well, It's Not Going to Kill Him rulebook on the weekends and squeezing as much fun into mornings and evenings as possible during the week. Anyone up to get some ice cream?

I woke up at a quarter to five this morning, to a little voice in the next room shouting "Mama! Mama!", not one full day after my mom asked me if Jake was calling for me in the mornings. I never thought about it, I just assumed there would be crying until he is old enough to get out of his own bed and into ours. So yes, I guess there are some little surprises to motherhood, and they are mighty nice.

On a different note, I started attending a class yesterday sponsored by the Philadelphia Department for Human Services and taught by the Institute for Family Professionals. It is the pre-requisite to all the other Teaching Teachers how to Teach/ Nurturing the Nurturer/ Parenting the Parents courses that they offer. I would like to say that I am taking it for professional development and career advancement and all that other crap but really I'm taking it for use in my own home. I know a lot about babies, a lot about really bad teenagers, and next to nothing about kids in between. I guess I should learn considering that I will own one soon enough.