My little beaner, you’ve become a grabby little thing this week. You’ve totally figured out what your hands are for, and have started reaching for things. I love that you can hold your bottle, and that you pull it out of your mouth when you’ve had enough. Getting it back into your mouth is a skill yet to be mastered, but you’re working on it. Tummy time isn’t such a chore anymore, and I think you’ll be sitting up on your own in the near future. Rolling over doesn’t seem so interesting to you though. We weighed you on the postage scale at the office today and it says you weigh 17 lbs. You seem MUCH heavier. 
I’m trying to figure out how to quit my job, and still support the family. I feel like I’m missing so much by leaving for work each day, and I know it’s hard on Daddy to be home with you for 10 hours straight. Don’t get me wrong, he loves being with you, but it is tough to be on all the time. Entertaining a 21 week old ain’t easy. You’ll see someday.
I’ve realized I can’t really relate to my childless friends right now. We had lunch with a couple this afternoon, and Eugene made a comment on how hard it can be taking care of Maya all day. “That’s what you signed up for” was the response. It’s not the first time I’ve heard it and I can’t really argue with the statement. I made the choice to have a baby and I’m totally willing to suck it up and deal. It just made me realize all the more how unsympathetic people without kids are. I’m really glad Eugene made me go to the luncheons at the hospital. If I hadn’t, I never would have met all the new mommies and found a playgroup for Maya. Shhh, don’t tell him or I’ll never hear the end of it.
