I had more training all last week. I learned a lot for my job and I think it has made me more confident. This training was local, though it was still rough to plan out. The training center is 40 minutes north. Travis was a trooper and helped me with the kids all week. He drove them south to Galveston before heading to work north of our house every morning. Since my class started at 7:30, I was able to get back down there at the end of the day to pick them up right before they closed. I feel really bad that the kids spent so much time at the daycare last week, but it was only for one week. Well, I guess there was one day I wasn't able to pick up the kids on time. Thankfully, my friend Linsey was able to get them for me. She already has a big kid car seat in her car for her son and we leave Mila's car seat at daycare every day. I felt bad asking her for that help last minute, but Linsey was totally cool with it. It worked out that I got home right before Linsey got to the house.
The training itself was pretty interesting. It focused on chemical handling and disposal, various safety issues, First Aid and CPR. I swear, CPR rules change every time I get re-certified. They're either changing the number of compressions, number of breaths, or taking out giving breaths altogether. Although it looks like they recommend doing that again.
It was a big week for Mila. Her second tooth broke through; right next to the other on the bottom front. She was a little cranky, nothing extraordinary. So different than Aiden. She also has taken to sitting up on her own! If she has to lean over to reach a toy, she usually topples over, so it's not 100%. I feel like she is growing up so fast!
At this point in our lives, Travis and I have begun to lean towards not having any more children. We aren't throwing out the idea entirely. At any rate, if we do have another it won't be until Mila starts Kindergarten. We plan to move to a different home before then. That means we would have to store all this baby stuff for five years and move it to a new house. Meh. Not worth it to me. So now we are storing all the things Mila has outgrown (except for the clothes I've been giving to a friend) in bags marked "Garage Sale". This will be the first garage sale we've done as adults. I recall my parents having a few, but I was just a wee one with no responsibility. Honestly, I find the idea a little daunting. But it should be worth it. It can't hurt to earn a little cash back on all these items!