Due to our recent move and the complete opposite directions in which my husband and I work, we decided that it was time to move James to a daycare that was a little closer to home. This was a tough decision. We got on the waiting list for the previous daycare when I was 14 weeks pregnant. It was our first choice in daycares, and had impeccable references. And it became James' second home.
| Ms. Liz and her boyfriend |
| Ms. Jo and her sweet boy |
| Buddies |
We didn't just pick any school. Again - we looked around, we got references from friends. We settled on one within a short distance of home. Its got a great reputation for preparing little people for kindergarten, and several friends provided rave reviews.
The first few weeks were tough. My baby doesn't like changes to routine. Thank goodness Daddy does drop-off. Mommy attempted it one day and as a result, James ALMOST came to work with Mommy. Inconsolable crying as I walked down the hall. My heart broke. And then in week 3... one day James walked up to his classroom, walked in, and sat down for breakfast. And then today... James told us he played with "Ta-ssi" and "Raw-ert" (Ms. Tracy and Robert). My heart soared.
Don't get me wrong - we miss our sweet teachers and friends. So much so that we've already had a play date with Wye-eet at the zoo in the interim, and plans to get together around birthday time.
But... once again, our boy is amazing us with his resiliency.

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