Last day of summer camp daycare. It's been five weeks now of three mornings a week. After a rough start, Tess ended up having a great time at daycare. Though I left her this morning and got the usual wailing, crocodile tears, and death grip around my neck. Her teacher tells me she does this for two minutes after I leave and then she's fine. Yet the drama never diminished. In fact, she just got smarter as the week went by and now refuses to be distracted by anything--no matter how tempting--when she knows I'm about to leave.
I've really enjoyed the time to do things without Tess in tow. I've also enjoyed seeing her come home with new experiences and new words. (She knew the word paint today, and she didn't learn that from me!)
I'm not sending her to daycare in the fall, but I will look into it when she turns two. The next couple of weeks will be shock for both of us.
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Every day I come check for Florida tales, but alas... disappointed again. What gives?
;)
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