I see the clock, I know it is late, I know I should be sleeping. I know I will be tired tomorrow. I know Robbie is going to wake up any minute and realize that the last time he ate was 6 o'clock and demand a refueling moment. But for you, my faithful friends and readers, I sacrifice these few minutes to catch you up on our little life here! For posterity!
I am officially back to work and have been now for about a month. It seems like forever. Some days are better than others just like they would be at any job. Fortunately the classes I'm teaching right now are not very demanding. The kids are pretty good and I'm comfortable with my material. I wish Robbie were sleeping through the night every night instead of just once every blue moon-- but hey, God created coffee and Red Bull for a reason. The adjustment to taking Robbie to daycare everyday was really hard at first. However the people are friendly and seem to really love him. The first day I left him there all day, I called 3 times to check up on him. They told me that he was the best baby at daycare, which of course, I knew would be true. (ha!) We are very lucky-- Robbie is a very easy-go-lucky baby. He cries when he's hungry and gets a little cranky right before he goes down for a nap. Otherwise, he eats well, entertains himself, is cuddly, and very rarely cries if you keep him full, dry, and well rested.
I feel so guilty some days about him being a day care. I drop him off in the morning around 7am and try really hard to pick him up before 4pm. However, if I have a lot to do at school or need to run errands, sometimes I can't get him until after 5pm. By the time I get him home and bathed, I only have an hour or two with him before he is sleeping for the night. I cherish those weekend days that we can just sit around and watch the sci fi channel. (sigh) I also cherish the very moment that Sam gets home and I can hand him the baby and go wash off all the spit-up and baby boogies. (Disclaimer: I know babies shouldn't watch television, but can I help it if my baby will spin himself around 180 degrees so that he can listen to Captain Jean Luc Picard discuss the future of the Romulan Empire-- no, I cannot!)
Above is Robbie with his VERY FIRST CHRISTMAS PRESENT from his Great Aunt Carolyn. It was a little board book of Dr. Suess' "Are you my mother?". We have been getting Christmas Cards in the mail and it is so fun to see that we've been upgraded from "Sam and Mandy Leahy" or "Mr. & Mrs. Leahy" to
"The Leahy Family" or "Sam, Mandy, and Robbie Leahy."
Below is Robbie chillin' in his nursery. He is getting so strong and lifts up his head so well now! I think he is so adorable! This mama is
totally in love with her baby!
Well, I really must go to bed now. My eyelids are getting heavy and I've got a full day of teaching math to mostly unwilling teenagers ahead of me.
Please keep my little family in your prayers. Sam and I have had colds for about 10 days and Robbie (although well right now) has been sick on and off with a cold ever since he started day care. Pray for my Grandpa Strunk who is going through chemo-therapy right now for Lymphoma. The doctors are very optimistic about it. Pray for my brother, his wife Amy, and his stepsons Austin & Dylan as they travel to Florida over Christmas to see our parents. Pray that Sam and I can find a church we like up here since the 2 hour drive to and from Meadows Community Church is too much to do on a Sunday. Pray for Sam during this insane holiday season... retail is so crazy and he has to deal with so many ugly spirited people this time of year. Pray for all of us in the country financially, that we will learn economy and be good stewards of our income.
Goodnight my friends... I'm going to go turn the thermostat up now and hope Sam doesn't notice...
Robbie is changing and developing every day. This morning he grabbed both feet while I was changing his diaper and it was very exciting. He is sitting (sort of) with a little bit of a helping hand. He is loving his exersaucer since it allows him to stand up and bounce. He is babbling and squealing like crazy. It is like we are having a little conversation. It is wonderful! I'm pretty sure that he is teething, too. He is constantly drooling and gnawing on anything he can get his little hands on.
Robbie has another big dr. appt. next week with another round of vaccines. Poor baby! And maybe, just maybe, we'll get the OK to start up some solid foods.
Above is Robbie with his VERY FIRST CHRISTMAS PRESENT from his Great Aunt Carolyn. It was a little board book of Dr. Suess' "Are you my mother?". We have been getting Christmas Cards in the mail and it is so fun to see that we've been upgraded from "Sam and Mandy Leahy" or "Mr. & Mrs. Leahy" to "The Leahy Family" or "Sam, Mandy, and Robbie Leahy." 
Well, I really must go to bed now. My eyelids are getting heavy and I've got a full day of teaching math to mostly unwilling teenagers ahead of me. 
What a face. I think he's gorgeous.
