Jessica Kelso

I’m still pretty unsure of this whole daycare thing and I’m really trying to trust we made the right decision. I know it’ll just take some time, but it’s not a fun process. We dropped the boy off on his first day and he had no idea what was going on. Lots of little kids and a ton of chaos. We got there while some of the kids were still having breakfast and Thrasher loves food, so he got pretty distracted but still wasn’t a  happy camper when we left. I went to pick up him at 11:30 after lunch and he was the last kid sitting at the table, eating his lunch. Sweetest thing ever. He was covered in food. I think he was loving the fact that he wasn’t strapped in a high chair with a bib on with someone telling him not to throw his food. Once he saw me, the tears came and after a morning of tears of my part…

Well.

It. was. horrible.

The following day he had a visit with “mom” which means he is pretty much stuck in a car all morning being driven to and from, with the results being a no show as usual. That’s all I will say on that. Friday morning Kevin dropped him off and I was told there were some tears. His teacher is super sweet though and she said they were “buddies” on his first day so I have a feeling he got held a lot, which is good. I’d  hate to know he was off crying by himself all morning. This week we are going to try to leave him a little longer to see how he does with taking a nap there.

As for this weekend, I’m trying to soak in all of the moments with just me and my boys. I’ll never get this time back, and I want to make the most of it. In just a few weeks things are going to change and everyone will have to adjust. So before that happens. . . we’re playing, and tickling, and taking Sunday naps as a family, and letting Thrasher play in the tub for a long time, and eating ice cream. Lots of ice cream.