Friday, May 27, 2011
As happy as I am to be saving the daycare costs, and THRILLED that the kids get to spend the summer unstructured, riding bikes, swimming, and hanging out with friends and family, I think Liam and I were both a little sad. It's the daycare that he and Thea both had gone to since they were three months old, staffed by wonderful, competent women who have nurtured my kids lovingly.
The daycare experience was really different from what I initially thought it was going to be. Somehow I thought that the kids would be stuck in cribs all day, yelled at by harried workers who couldn't possibly love my babies as much as I did. (In the early days, everything I knew about parenting I gleaned from bad sitcoms.) Instead, the little ones are rarely set down. They're cuddled and fussed over all day long, and the women who care for them nag parents (gently) about dressing them more warmly, sending in their favorite foods, and allowing cookies at the end of the day. As the kids grow older, the daycare workers become teachers, showing kids how to count and read the alphabet, as well as be polite, put away their toys, and get along with friends. Here's a post about Liam switching classes that I think says a lot about the daycare.
The last few years have shown me that things change, always, and you have to just keep yourself as open to experience as possible, not attaching yourself to anything because permanence doesn't exist. But I have to admit, I'm having a little trouble with this change.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
A little before Easter, my local grocery store had these great cake wrecks. I was tempted to buy one, just for the kitsch value, but instead settled on taking a picture with my iPhone.
A few days later, I was letting Thea play with my phone. She discovered an app that I hadn't used much yet — ToonPAINT — experimented, and produced this very cool version:
Some times it blows me away how much technology has changed in the last ten years.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Liam got his face painted at school! It was itchy, though, so he couldn't wait to take it off. (Me, too. Clowns are freaky.)