It was bound to happen

You'd never guess that this picture was taken twenty minutes after I was kicked out of spinning class to claim my screaming child.

In other words, I think Luke is entering the 'separation anxiety' phase.

For the third time in a row, I was (not quite kicked out, but) gently approached in my spinning class at the gym because The Monk was crying beyond repair in the child minding room.

When this happened the previous two times, I was thinking that he was just tired (the classes I attend are usually just before his nap time), or that the teething was bugging him, or anything but the dreaded separation anxiety, but the third time's a charm -- I think he's come down with it.

Luckily, I know the Ladies in child minding well by now and they are great. They suggested that we keep coming back to try again, and I do know the exact treadmill with a view into the child minding room, so maybe I could work out some hand signals with the Ladies, in case he's starting to melt down.

I wouldn't be so eager to make this work if not for one main reason -- the infamous 'rainy season' has started here and walking in the rain gets old, even when you have the most fantastic stroller rain cover ever made.

So, I guess it's just one of many phases to come. And, as Keith said, when he's 13 and doesn't want to be around me EVER, this phase will seem like forever ago.