And so it ends.

My time at home with just the baby came to an end Friday. I reach this milestone with mixed emotions.

One part of me will miss the time I spent laying on the floor talking to my cuing little butterball aka, "butters", or lying on the bed for a nap while I soak in the smell of his sweet head. Another part of me is looking forward to talking to adults and eating lunch without having a baby on my lap who is eyeing up my fare.

Is it wrong to look forward to returning to the work force? For the most part I have to and a small bit of me wants to. I have worked for so long it seem wrong that I don't get up to go to work each day.

On the flip side I am extremely blessed that my boys will be a short walking distance from me daily. After an extended wait on a list Francesco, at the age of 10 months (on wait list since 13 weeks pregnant), got into the daycare at my work. Nicolo got and express ticket in due to his brothers veteran status.

I could not be happier with the care and education Francesco has received and I am looking forward to Nicolo enjoying his time there. They even made a conscience decision to but the Nicolo in the infant room right next to the Nursery room that Francesco is in. For one I will have both boys in close proximity and they have already told me they will hold the baby up for Francesco to see him.

Francesco has already coined a new nickname for the baby. I had strategically planned that Nicolo would get Nico as a nickname, Franceso nipped that in the bud with his mispronunciation of Nicolo into MowMow. The other day I picked Francesco up from daycare and one the girls picked up the baby and took him over to Francesco. He looked up and said "my Mow Mow!" G will even say "take the Binky to MowMow". It's not the nickname I planned on, but I may not be able to get too far from it.

So come tomorrow both my babies will be in the care of others and I will be trying to get back into the swing of things at work.

Let hope the first day goes well (crossing fingers).