d-day

Ok, before I get to anything baby related I just have to say that JC and I are watching women's diving at the Olympics, and the female commentator drives me flipping nuts. She's so negative and patronizing, UGH. It's like nails on a chalkboard.

ANYHOO.... we're watching the Olympics in an effort to keep our minds off tomorrow, which will mark the very first day that I've left the baby for more than 2 hours, aaaaargh! I have to take a mandatory work related class on Mon and Tues, 7:30 to 4, so Grammy Byrne is coming over to watch the little monster. I am nervous, not only because Grady is at the point where he totally knows if JC and I are there or not, but also because his attempts at the bottle are hit or miss. It could go really well, or it could be a total disaster. I wonder if Grammy really knows exactly what she's getting herself into... :)

Hopefully, tomorrow will be smooth, and there will be alot of this going on:

I hope that this is how he spends tomorrow, chilling with his favorite kitchen utensils inside a cardboard box. Unfortunately, I think there's a pretty good chance that there'll be a lot of this going on, as well:

Thankfully, we have plenty of wine on hand- just in case.