Introduction

I am a 25 year old mother of a 6 month old baby boy. Ever since the magnitude of the life growing inside of me had set in on me and my, then fiancé, we knew we did not want to put our child into daycare. We found it important that I stay home to help raise our son, never mind the horror stories that we read about infant deaths in daycare, especially in our region. That's not to diminish any working mamas. (I will eventually continue my career as a veterinary technician.) RESPECT working mamas. I have to admit that this stay-at-home-mom life is not as cutesy as I had envisioned. I am not putting my baby down for a nap in his crib, putting on an apron and whipping up a batch of cupcakes. More often than not my hair never gets done; I'm sporting one of the husbands t shirts adorn with spit up or baby snot. All things considered, this adventure we call life is wonderful. Watching my son grow day in and day out is a great gift that I do not take lightly.