Seven months wouldn’t normally seem like a long time, but when it comes to babies, it’s an eternity. Justin can sit up on his own now, and he babbles constantly (sounds like he’s saying “da da,” much to my chagrin…too bad “ma ma” is harder to say), and he’s on the verge of crawling (right now he just rolls around). His Kingwell grandparents were here for 10 days and I’m fairly sure they enjoyed every minute they spent with him.

My return date for work is creeping ever closer, and I’m still conflicted about what I want to do. I’ve asked the company to allow me to come back part time (three days a week) rather than full time, so they’re pondering that right now. I don’t like the idea of my son spending more time with a stranger than with his parents, but I’m also pretty sure I don’t want to be a full-time stay-at-home mom. I dunno. If the company says no to part time, I’ll have a big decision to make.