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Swaddling is my night time friend.  No joke.  Apparently unless John does it and then it just makes him mad.  ;)

Did I mention this kid can eat?  I'll have to weigh and measure him later, but I'm sure he's growing like crazy.  

Poor Nora is having adjustment troubles.  She's been crying about going to "school" every morning.  I tried to point out that I am actually still going to work (for a few hours a week anyway) and that when I am home, I'm not having any fun and she'll definitely be having much more fun at daycare.  Tried to point out what a good time she'll have with her friends and that she'll learn lots of new stuff.  Tried to point out that when she was a baby, I stayed home with her for a long time.  Tried to point out that Henry will be going to daycare soon, too, but I don't think she'll care about that fact until it actually happens mid-January.  

So I haven't stumbled on just the right thing to say.  She wasn't kicking or screaming or protesting that she had to put her shoes and coat on or anything, but she was in tears when she and John left this morning and I haven't heard yet how drop off went, but it hasn't been good lately.  

Angry jealousy is easier to work with than this, I think.

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Oh, and my fricking driveway is still not done.  They came and dug it up before we got home.  Then they did the sidewalk and the apron of the driveway.  Then it rained late last week.  Figured they'd come yesterday when it was sunny and pleasant, but no.  I still have a gaping hole in my driveway, making it a giant pain in the ass to leave the house with the amount of things I need to take anytime I go anywhere now since I have to carry it all out to my car that is parked on the street.  Grumble, grumble.