This week was the annual division meeting at work: 3 or 4 days when everyone in the division convene to discuss how awesome we were last year and how awesome we're going to be next year. We also attend lots of meetings to learn about the new technologies we'll have to develop training for in the next year or two. I always enjoy these meetings because I see people that I don't see very often.
It was also e-baby's first week at day-care full-time. That meant I had to drop her off at 8:50 (to get to the meetings by 9) and pick her up at 5:05 (because meeting ended at 5). It was constant motion- rush to get to work, rush to meetings, rush to go feed the baby, rush back to the meetings, rush to feed the baby, rush to eat a quick lunch, rush to the next meetings, rush to feed the baby, rush back to the meetings, rush to the car to pick up the baby.
All those good intentions to go workout over lunch? Yeah, not so much. But next week might work. I'll be in a web-based class from 12:30-4:30 3 days, but I think I could swing a workout before the class and just eat during it.
Today is epiphany, the last day of the Christmas season. So yesterday e-baby wore a Christmas outfit for the last time. We took some pictures. I'm sad to see the end of e's First Christmas. There will be other (probably more fun) Christmases with her, but no more First Christmases. Just like she'll never be 9 pounds again. And she was so leeeetle and cuuuuute and wriggly and floppy and I miss it already.
Now she is strong and powerful. Her day care teacher described her as a little fireball. I think that's right. A happy little fireball.