I hate the smell of day care centers. They smell like the sandbox at
the day care that my mom took me to. I don’t like day care for the
same reasons I don’t like going out. I don’t care to
socialize. Hopefully, Hailey will enjoy day care.
Today was Hailey’s first day at day care. We dropped her off, so we
could learn the ropes. Other parents will know the drill, but the
procedures are new to us. First, you have to initial everything that
you bring to day care. We thought we had it covered, her bottles were
labeled, her wipes, her outfits. We forgot to initial the diapers, yes
each diaper needs Hailey’s initials. I don’t know what the better
system is but there must be one. Second, you have to initial that you
dropped the kid off that morning. This is to allow proper head count
in the event of an emergency. Finally, you have to fill out a form
describing the last time she ate and sleep. You have to do this
everyday. The fact is, I don’t remember the last time Hailey ate, I
was sitting there with my eyes closed hopping she would hurry up and
finish the four ounces of milk so I could go back to sleep.
Fortunately, Hailey’s experience at day care was better than my
memories. She found new friends at day care and talked, or cooed, with
them all day. She seems particularly found of a boy named Alex that is
one month older. Seems that they even held hands.
The day care kids must have taught Hailey some new tricks. When she
went to day care she couldn’t move around. If you sat her somewhere,
she would be in the exact same spot when you returned. Now she can
inch her way around. I found this out the hard way when she inched
herself off of the coffee table and onto the floor while I was fixing
her bottle. She seems to move much better when she is hungry. Maybe
she was foraging for food? One trip to the after hours clinic later
and I am happy to report that the fall did not do any damage. She is a
tough little kid.