Cue the Chris Isaak. Ollie has moved on up to the Senior room. It's still Infants, but now it's Senior Infants. Next stop: Toddlers, and then University (not that we have any expectations or anything).
Although as parents we were initially aprehensive of the change, something that can hit him pretty hard, it has actually come at a perfect time. Daycare has been a battle since we returned from vacation. He got quite used to having both parents around and he has been really protesting his return to daily abandonment. He didn't understand that it was only a "vacation". Compounding matters, he's changed a lot in that time too. Now that he is walking and running everywhere, his perspective on the world has changed. It's a couple of feet higher.
He's been reunited with his cohort in the senior room and the daily visits to the playground in place of a stroller walk are great fun (and help tire him out). Today's drop-off was the first since July where there were no tears. Let's carry that streak through to bedtime!
Monday, August 30, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Cottage Memories
Our short vacation with Cristin's family was great. Oliver loved hanging out with his Grandma and his cousins, and of course his aunt and uncle.
Boating, bears and BBQ, it had it all.
Some memories . . .
Boating, bears and BBQ, it had it all.
Some memories . . .
Friday, August 20, 2010
A Toddler's Gift
To our dismay, our little one has come down with bad case of separation anxiety. It started with some tears upon our return from vacation and has blossomed into full-on, gut-wrenching screams when we leave the room.
Needless to say, mommy is having a hard time getting ready for work in the morning. And daddy has resorted to playing Raffi to drown out the sobs on the drive to torture, um, i mean day-care.
Parental doubts loom in again: are we doing the right thing? are we damaging our child? is there something we're missing? or are we just the biggest suckers that ever did live?
Today went a little better at drop off and mommy didn't cry in her boss's office, so we just may be turning a corner.
As I got the thumbs up on a better drop off from daddy-extraordinaire, I reached into my bike bag to get out my iphone, and out fell a fuzzy little red ball. You know, the kind you'd use to make some kind of cool arts and crafts project? The very kind of which Oliver made at daycare and then brought home to share.
At times, parenting is heartbreaking. But today Mommy smiled.
This particular piece of art has been the subject of much conversation around our house. It lives on the fridge but often comes down so Oliver can hold it, walk around and talk about it. In the chaos of the last few days I'd lost track of it but this morning when I opened my bike bag at work I had my reminder. Not one, but TWO fuzzy little red balls popped out over the course of the day. And I know how they got there.
Oliver, I love you too! More than you will ever know.
Guest writer,
Mama
P.S. Happy Fatherhood Friday to all the amazing Dads out there! Where would be we without you?
Needless to say, mommy is having a hard time getting ready for work in the morning. And daddy has resorted to playing Raffi to drown out the sobs on the drive to torture, um, i mean day-care.
Parental doubts loom in again: are we doing the right thing? are we damaging our child? is there something we're missing? or are we just the biggest suckers that ever did live?
Today went a little better at drop off and mommy didn't cry in her boss's office, so we just may be turning a corner.
As I got the thumbs up on a better drop off from daddy-extraordinaire, I reached into my bike bag to get out my iphone, and out fell a fuzzy little red ball. You know, the kind you'd use to make some kind of cool arts and crafts project? The very kind of which Oliver made at daycare and then brought home to share.
At times, parenting is heartbreaking. But today Mommy smiled.
This particular piece of art has been the subject of much conversation around our house. It lives on the fridge but often comes down so Oliver can hold it, walk around and talk about it. In the chaos of the last few days I'd lost track of it but this morning when I opened my bike bag at work I had my reminder. Not one, but TWO fuzzy little red balls popped out over the course of the day. And I know how they got there.
Oliver, I love you too! More than you will ever know.
Guest writer,
Mama
P.S. Happy Fatherhood Friday to all the amazing Dads out there! Where would be we without you?
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