Walking Backwards

I was oddly nervous about taking Nicholas to school today. I worried that he would sense that I didn't want to be there, that I didn't want him to be there, and that the administration at his school was hesitant about having him there, too. But it all turned out okay. I had a nice chat in the morning with his teacher and I joked with several of the other parents. The director seemed to be avoiding me, but I don't blame her, our conversation didn't go the way that I think either of us hoped it would. Nicholas had a good day, especially considering that it was raining and they spent so little time outside. There were no meltdowns and no phone calls. When I dropped him off, he gave me hugs and told me good-bye without any protest. I needed a good morning like this. I was also able to get a lot done that needed to be done. With all that has been going on, the to-do list was getting sorely neglected. Big sigh of relief here.

This weekend we are heading down to San Antonio to visit Maria and see the new little girls. I'm excited; I have a fondness for the newest little ones. As it turns out, two of the mamas I know in Austin had their babies this week, so I'm going to have my fill of the new baby smell (I think it's akin to warm milk). Despite this adoration, though, I am really looking forward to Joe's appointment next week for his vasectomy consultation. I love the babies of others, but I think our family is complete. Joe is coming around, too. He isn't too keen about the procedure, he won't even let me explain what he is going to go through, but understands the motivation.