Showing posts with label daycare. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daycare. Show all posts

Saturday, March 26, 2011

First and Second Day of Day Care


Monday was Abigail's first day of day care. She is at a great place that we love. She eats a little breakfast at home, then a little more there. They learn about a theme each week (this week was fish-themed), have lunch together, and then all the kids lie down on a mini cot and take a 1-2 hour nap. After that, we pick her up.

On her second day, she impressed her teachers by eating all of her peas with a spoon all by herself at lunch. She loves the swing outside (no surprise), she loves to blow kisses to her teachers (no surprise), she loves her green blanket (no surprise) and she is patient enough to wait quietly while the other kids get their pudding snack first (big, huge surprise!).

First and Second Day of Day Care


Monday was Abigail's first day of day care. She is at a great place that we love. She eats a little breakfast at home, then a little more there. They learn about a theme each week (this week was fish-themed), have lunch together, and then all the kids lie down on a mini cot and take a 1-2 hour nap. After that, we pick her up.

On her second day, she impressed her teachers by eating all of her peas with a spoon all by herself at lunch. She loves the swing outside (no surprise), she loves to blow kisses to her teachers (no surprise), she loves her green blanket (no surprise) and she is patient enough to wait quietly while the other kids get their pudding snack first (big, huge surprise!).

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Lar and I recently visited day cares to select one to care for our daughter when we return to work. (I must say that I already can't bear the thought or fathom the idea that we are going to take our precious little human and entrust her to strangers for 6 hours each day!)

Anyhow, we were incredibly impressed with the second daycare we saw. It smelled of clean and of baby and of content. A few babies were napping in their individual cribs. A worker was rocking another. A teacher was changing a bulletin board. It was soothing. We were impressed that they use baby signs to communicate and feel that is a good choice for our daughter who was born with a cleft lip and palate and may have speech problems.

As Larry and I exited the facility and walked to the car, I declared that it was so peaceful and wonderful there that I just wanted to quit my job teaching high school students and work there, holding babies all day.

Shocked (because I have never really liked babies and have never wanted to hold one), Larry turned to me and exclaimed "Who are you and what have you done with my wife!?!?!"


Lar and I recently visited day cares to select one to care for our daughter when we return to work. (I must say that I already can't bear the thought or fathom the idea that we are going to take our precious little human and entrust her to strangers for 6 hours each day!)

Anyhow, we were incredibly impressed with the second daycare we saw. It smelled of clean and of baby and of content. A few babies were napping in their individual cribs. A worker was rocking another. A teacher was changing a bulletin board. It was soothing. We were impressed that they use baby signs to communicate and feel that is a good choice for our daughter who was born with a cleft lip and palate and may have speech problems.

As Larry and I exited the facility and walked to the car, I declared that it was so peaceful and wonderful there that I just wanted to quit my job teaching high school students and work there, holding babies all day.

Shocked (because I have never really liked babies and have never wanted to hold one), Larry turned to me and exclaimed "Who are you and what have you done with my wife!?!?!"