Daycare

Evan started daycare this week. He's going to an Air Force Child Development Center and as someone else put it, the military does not mess around with their child care. I'm (we're?) very happy with the center that he's going to. It's small-- just one classroom of each age group, and it's actually located just off base. He has eight kids in his classroom of 0-6 month olds and two teachers.

On his first and second day, David was traveling for work so I had to go it alone. It doesn't matter how nice the teachers are or how happy we are with the place, that first day was hard.

When I woke him up that morning, he looked at me like, "Mom, why are you waking me up? That's not how it's supposed to work!" After getting spiffed up in his first-day-of-school outfit and getting a belly full of milk, he was super cheery.

The first drop-off took forever because I had to stock his supplies and learn all the things we have to do when we drop him off. Not to mention, I was hesitant to leave him there.

It was a long day at work and I was so excited when I got to head back to pick him up. When I got there, he was sitting in a bouncy seat just looking around. And there was a baby friend sitting in another bouncy seat beside him, also looking around. And two more baby friends laying on the playmat, just looking around. Babies are so interesting. Not.

The first pick-up took a while too because I had to learn how to do all the drop-off stuff in reverse.

When we got home, well, this:

I texted David immediately. "I think our son caught rabies at daycare!"

He slept a full 8 hours that night. Whatever they do at daycare really tires him out.

The second morning (don't worry, I'm not going to chronicle every day), while still happy to be woken up with a mouthful of milk, I felt like maybe he knew what was up:

According to his daily report cards and reports from his teachers, he's had a bunch of good days this week. However, I think he's already picking up bad habits from the other kids: