That's mine.

When Brooklyn was born I got to stay home for 4 months. I loved being home with her, and after the freak out phase in the beginning we grew into a routine that was fantastic. Yeah I was up at least once or twice throughout the night, but it didn't matter because I had the day to figure out what we wanted to do. We'd go shopping, meet friends for lunch, take care of our house, grocery shop, laundry, and cook dinner before Daddy got home. She'd sit in her swing, or Bumbo chair and it was our girl time. I loved it.

After Christmas it was time to go back to work. I was okay with that though because as much as I loved being a stay at home mom for those few months I was ready to get back. Well, as ready as one can be I guess. I love her school, the staff is awesome and they make you feel very comfortable. They have web cams too so I can see her whenever I want to. The first day I logged in I literally got nothing done because I kept watching her. It was so strange to watch her interact with other babies, her teachers, and I'm watching from my office - miles away...

Just recently they sent home a CD with pictures and video of Brooklyn. While very thoughtful and sweet, it was so strange to look at these pictures I didn't take, these moments I didn't see, and these "firsts". This video is from when Brooklyn first started standing in her crib. Watching her made me so sad, because I didn't get to be there one that saw it the FIRST time.

Yeah, yeah, woe is me huh? NO one else could possibly be going through this same thing. ;) Suck it up, right? And I can, and will, and as we go throughout our days everything is just as it's supposed to be. But it does tug at my heart every once in awhile knowing that my baby is growing up so fast and someone else besides me is seeing it too.