One thing I adore about my child is that his favorite game? His own reflection. It could be in the oven door as he’s puttering about the kitchen, or the wine fridge as his mother is taking another swig, but whatever reflective surface he’s close to works for him.

Our favorite pasttime lately is “I See Dat Babeh”. Behold, the joy:

So I feel like a horrible mother because I did NOT fill you in on my child’s first day of daycare yesterday.

Part of that is because Knology sucks clammy ole donkey balls and I have no internet at home.  Another part of that is that I spent my evening with two particularly lovely ladies that kept my hands quite full.  And the final part of that is that I’m just damn lazy.  Deal with it.

ANYWAYs, I had horrible “first day anxiety” all freakin’ day about it.  New facility, where I know absolutely NO ONE, and I was leaving my precious child in their care.  I made sure he looked extra cute when he left, so that they wouldn’t just sit him in a corner and forget he was there, or perhaps strap him to some baby torturing device, and I just kept my fingers crossed all morning that he was okay.

I thought about calling to check on him, but you know?, you just don’t want to be THAT MOM. 

So instead I just dosed up on caffeine and ibuprofen.  Mm hm!

When I finally vibrated down to pick him up, I was so amazed: he was smiling!  And laughing!  Which, of course, I’ve seen bazillions of times but.. in a new place!  With new people!  And he actually napped during the day (something he rarely did at the other place)!  I confessed my worries to the caretaker on hand and she said, “Are you kidding?  We’d happily have ten more like him.  Such a happy, not at all fussy baby.”

I totally high-fived him on the spot.  We have fooled yet another daycare into liking this beast of a child.

So all is well.  Life is good.  And the extra $85 we’re saving a week?  PRICELESS.