It used to have a great streetcar system when my Dad grew up there. We have a few old KC cars on the vintage San Francisco F-line.

You can still see the old tracks in some places around town. There have been several attempts to put in light rail, but the big problem is that the land area is so large that any light rail that can be put in won't be useful for most of the city so it's hard to justify the cost.

I hope your mother recovers quickly, Spidra.

MG, I'm glad you're getting the raise, anyway. Wasn't it a contract supervisor who was being obstructionist? Now that s/he's out of the way, maybe the promotion part will happen more smoothly.

Fay, popcorn made in a pan with olive oil is pretty healthy, as far as yummy, crunchy, salty snack food goes.

I, too, would love to live in a place where I wouldn't need a car. Especially since I've been trying to get two days worth of work done today so I can take my car in and get the mystery noise and vibration (no, not the fun kind) fixed tomorrow. Luckily, someone further up the production chain seems to be late with her work, so there's a chunk I won't need to deal with until next Tuesday.

So, parents, when does this "getting used to daycare" bit start? This is Week Three, and things are getting worse, not better. That's normal, right? RIGHT??? The storm before the calm??? RIGHT?!?

Getting worse how? For you or the Bean? Or both?

Getting worse how? For you or the Bean? Or both?

Well, using the moo machine still is lame, but other than that, I'm fine.

No, it's not me. It's her. Lillian backslid on eating, and now freaks right out when we leave. Then, when I get home, I am not allowed to leave her sight, lest I vanish into the aether again for 9 or so hours.

As I'm fond of things like the bathroom and dinner, I'm hoping that this is just a stage she'll grow out of before too long.

Also, good call getting pictures of Robert before he started writing on the cat's ears. What does he look like now?

Ha. You think we have a real cat, and not a needy throw pillow. It was a couple minutes before Legion even shook his head to get his ears back in place. And when I took that photo a few minutes later, he hadn't moved a paw. He probably figured it was a fair trade for not having to get his paw inked for pawprints on gift tags.

What's up with Lily? I have no info about daycare, but don't like thinking about the Squeak unhappy.

It'll get better. Once she gets that you ARE coming back, she'll get it. And she'll start eating, too.

I misremember, is she on solids or no?

MG, I'm glad you're getting the raise, anyway. Wasn't it a contract supervisor who was being obstructionist? Now that s/he's out of the way, maybe the promotion part will happen more smoothly.

Oh, she is still in the mix. Neither she nor my program manager (the anti-grade change side) have said a peep to me about their "win".

The whole "am I salaried or hourly" is not the big thing that is bugging me. It is the promises that were made from MY management that this was not a choice thing, this was going to happen, this should have happened years ago, etc. In some ways, it is actually easier on me if I stay hourly, though the OT issue is not a big deal in this case.

Complicated bs mess is what it is.

I just want to be recognized for what I do and be positioned within the company appropriately. Unfortunately I'm the ONLY person in a huge global company who does what I do, so I don't fit into any slot easily.

Being an exceptional person can be a bitch sometimes.

The books say that separation anxiety usually kicks in about month 8. Maybe it's more that than daycare-based.

What's up with Lily? I have no info about daycare, but don't like thinking about the Squeak unhappy.

Separation anxiety combined with a hatred for bottles in all forms.

I misremember, is she on solids or no?

She's getting better about them, but still gets the majority of her calories from me. We sent carrot puree with her today.

No, it's not me. It's her. Lillian backslid on eating, and now freaks right out when we leave. Then, when I get home, I am not allowed to leave her sight, lest I vanish into the aether again for 9 or so hours.

Uh... Emmett cried every time I dropped him off at his second daycare. That lasted about 2 and a half years. See it depends on where you hit the window with them on daycare. At his first daycare he was only 5 months old. That's before they get separation anxiety. So we could drop him off there and those people were included in his small pool of Acceptable Substitutes For Mom And Dad. But his second daycare started when he was 1 y.o. By then he had strong preferences about who he was with, and pitched a fit about being left elsewhere. It made drop offs very stressful.

The good news is that they do calm down within a few minutes after you leave.

It wasn't until he went to preschool (4 y.o.) that he got over that separation anxiety.

Sorry! Of course, that's just Emmett. Lilly might deal with it better.

Dunno what to tell you about the moo. Emmett was off the tit early and would suck on anything in a bottle.