Back to school with this and that

It's time to go back to work. I am totally depressed. Not only to I have to leave my kiddo, I lose any sort of free time (naps!) that I luxuriated in during the summer. *sigh* I'll get out of my funk soon and learn to enjoy working again, but this is a crappy time for me every year. Oh, and my 28th birthday is startlingly close. Extra awesome. 28 sounds grown up. Real grown up. Even with a mortgage, a job, bills and a nearly 2-year-old (gasp!), I don't feel grown up.

Ok, pity party over

Time for Daniel stories!

We were looking for his pacifier this morning (*hackles up* back away sanctimommies, he's not even two) and we couldn't find one any where. I asked him where his paci was and he shrugs. Then he starts calling, "Paci, paci, paci," while looking around. I decided to join in the fun and call for his paci too while searching. "Paaaaaci, where are you?" So D mimicks me, "Paci, whe awee ou?" as he peeks under the couch.

I could squish the kid, seriously.

We didn't find the paci (ya know, cause we only own like 30) and I contemplated running to Target to get some more. Then I remember that we keep a spare in daddy's Ergo. I found not one, but two! Miracle! He giggled as I gave it to him. Ah, sweet paci. Breaking their bond is going to be a bitch.
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We were getting ready to go to Sarah's (his super, amazing, fabulous, worth-twice-her-weight-in-gold sitter) house and I plopped him in the back seat. We always do this. I put him on the seat and he climbs into his car seat aka The Special Danny Seat. Well, he decided he was ready to ride like a big boy. You know a REAL big boy. He plopped himself down behind the passenger seat and reaches for the shoulder belt. Er, not quite yet, son. Maybe when you hit 65lbs or so we'll talk.
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