July 5, 2000 - Wednesday
It seems like today was the first day in almost a week that I spent any real time with Harry. Starting last Thursday with the closing for our new house, I've been packing, moving, repairing, and cleaning, and then yesterday was a holiday and Harry made the family rounds; but, now we're back to our half day routines with my watching Harry in the mornings. The only difference is that we're now commuting and not walking or riding bicycles to work and we'll have to work out a new schedule for Harry.

Nothing terribly exiting or new happened while I was with Harry today; in fact, I made him cry when I ran the stroller into an irregular sidewalk and Harry bumped the side of his head on the hard plastic of the stroller's side. But, his was a short-lived discomfort and we quickly got back to hanging out together and walking around town doing errands and I got back to the continuing fascination of having a child: watching the things he does to see if he's learning anything new, looking for new things that stimulate his interest, and trying to help him crawl (his mother questions the wisdom of that but I can't help it). Sometimes on days like this full-time daycare, which seems destined in the fall, seems like such a bad idea and that so much time will be lost. On the other hand, I know the others types of days and know that it is likely to be the only practical way to go.


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