And here we go...

The hubby got the job! The job is a-go!

Which means... Nate starts daycare. Tomorrow morning.

Oh. My. Goodness.

I just filled out a stack of forms and now my brain is spinning, thinking of all of the things I need to pack for Nate tomorrow. Snacks, cup, diapers, wipes, extra outfits, sheets and blanket for nap time... Drop-off times, pick-up times.

We toured the daycare this morning and it was great. My sister's been going there for almost three years, so everyone there knows her. Her kids weren't there today but my cousin's kids were and we recognized some of the other kids from my nephew's birthday party. Nate recognized his cousins in several of the pictures up on various walls and seemed completely content to play in the "ones room" (one year olds). He played with the toys, smiled and babbled at the other kids, crawled and walked around, and seemed immediately comfortable. Of course, had the hubby and I then walked out, it would have been a different story, I'm sure - but seeing how he seemed immediately okay was reassuring.

I'm really not worried about daycare, though. He's ready AND I'm ready. That's not to say I won't cry leaving him there tomorrow, but I think that's more about the transition - the new phase we're entering. This really is the end of my little baby. He's my little toddler boy now - and he's going to make friends and learn songs and all sorts of things he'll surprise me with going forward.

I'm glad this is happening quickly, like ripping off a Band-Aid. And I'm so very grateful that we're able to get in to the daycare facility on such short notice. I do the best with change when I know for a while that it'll be coming, but only find out immediately beforehand exactly when. Is that weird? Probably.

I think that's simply all the words I have on this for now. My brain feels like a whirring centrifuge, trying to process everything we now need to do/think about tonight. (And I'm not even the one starting a new job tomorrow.)