We have been in Harrisburg for 4 months now and I am finally starting to feel at home. Over the last 5 years I have grown accustomed to small town hospitality. People here are more reserved which means I have had to really get out of my shell to meet people. There is a ton of stuff to do here and I have really enjoyed getting out each weekend to explore the city. This last weekend we went to a little shopping/restaurants complex. There was a lot of little crafts and things for kids to do including a fake cow to milk. I couldn't resist, however when I grabbed hold of the 'udder' I got more then I bargained for. The last child to milk the cow left a nice sticky gooey present. I have no idea what it was and I don't want to know.
Chris celebrated his 35th birthday. He says it's strange to only have a toddler when most of his friends are getting close to having teenagers, but he enjoys it because it makes him feel young. As far as celebrating, it was a pretty pathetic day. We wondered the outlets then he spend the evening yelling at the T.V watching BYU lose.
We went back to Chocolate World to partake of the chocolate tasting seminar (mmmmmmm) To waste time we did the tour again. Cordon enjoyed the singing cows a lot more this time around.
Cordon is very quickly turning into a little boy. He is so busy and can't get enough of life. We had a 24 hour flu bug passed around, while Chris and I were knocked out with it, Cordon barley slowed down. He is to busy trying to walk and figure out how to get past the child locks to let the flu get in the way.
We have some neighbors that moved in a month or so ago. They have a three month old daughter and this last week it was time for the parents to head back to work. I volunteered to watch her a few weeks until they can find a permanent babysitter. I know that some women prefer to go back to work and have no problem sending their children to daycare but I am not one of those women and I am so glad I chose to stay home. Each morning I see the pain in the dads face as he drops his daughter off with someone he has only known a month. I see the girl cry as her dad leaves then spend the day looking around trying to find something familiar. Each night I see the moms sadness when I tell her all the cute things her daughter did that day that she missed, especially the day she rolled over for the first time. I could not imagine having a stranger know my child better then me and missing all the major milestones that happen the first year. Not only am I grateful that I made the choice to stay home but I"m grateful that financially it was a choice I could make.
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