New Routine

Daycare is kicking Iain's butt. Today, he was supposed to get a haircut at 4:30. He looks like a hippie. And not in a good, hot, Lenny Kravitz kind of way.

But at 4:30, little man was in no condition to let anyone near him with scissors. We tried, but eventually Becky The Hair Goddess had to stop the madness.

So. Basically, we're in a new routine because daycare makes Iain so, so tired. We pick him up around 4:15, then drive back home and hope we just miss the "rush hour" traffic. When we get home, he's so cranky he won't eat or drink or play. We toss him into bed for an hour, after which he wakes up ravenous and we feed him his dinner. Then bath, then bed (again).

Bathtime is fun, though:


I think we need more bath toys (yes, that's Iain's ear on the right):


At least we have one Totally Awesome bath toy. Devil Duckie, you're the one!


For the moment, the new routine is ok. We're just trying to help Iain adjust. And since he had another pretty good day today (nap, food, circle time, no whining), I think he's settling in. But this fatigue at the end of the day is hard to manage.