Day Care

Jack has mixed feelings about daycare, it seems. Some days he can’t seem to get there soon enough and cries when it’s time to leave. Other days, I leave him totally shattered and broken-hearted as I walk out the door to leave to for work. He attends with three other kids: Conner, Cameron and Dylan. Dylan and Jack are just a day apart in age which makes them very good playmates. The best part of the day: they’re mutual scream/squeal when Jack and I arrive each morning. “Eeeeeeh!” “Eeeeeeh!” “Eeeeeeeeh!”

I love that Cameron and Dylan (siblings and the children of the daycare provider, Crisy) both want to sit in my lap when I arrive to pick up or drop off Jack. Jack is real uneasy with this… he usually tolerates this sharing-of-mommy for about 10 seconds and then he starts to push the other kid off my lap. Conner is the lowest on the totem pole, being that he’s the youngest and just recently started walking. He’s already learned how to be sneaky and work around the relative strength and agility of his older playmates. This morning, he watched Jack playing with a truck for a good minute or so, waiting for his opportunity to snatch it away. It came a second later when Jack set it down to gain his balance up the stairs. Conner was gone with it in the other direction and Jack was left bewildered on the steps.

Here’s the crew:

Jack and Conner

(Pacifier buddies)

Dylan, Jack and Conner

Dylan, Cameron and Jack

Cameron

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