tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793086675277097176.post4603427557242860138..comments2024-02-14T04:01:44.502-05:00Comments on Prof-like Substance: Confessions of a day care survivorProf-like Substancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09536241129674490468noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793086675277097176.post-33861058630751275822009-04-14T10:40:00.000-04:002009-04-14T10:40:00.000-04:00Oh, wow. When it rains, it pours, right? Well, t...Oh, wow. When it rains, it pours, right? Well, that's even more impressive!Inkhttp://inktopia7.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793086675277097176.post-17726289207356894082009-04-14T08:19:00.000-04:002009-04-14T08:19:00.000-04:00SM - I think we're a ways from there yet, but I'm ...SM - I think we're a ways from there yet, but I'm sure we'll get there soon enough. If I've learned anything about kids at this stage it's that each week is different. <br /><br />Arlenna - She's got more hair and a couple more teeth, but the same laugh. <br /><br />Odyssey - Happy Birthday to your eldest. <br /><br />Caroline - Yeah, drop off is not fun, but it's great to see her smile when we go to pick her up. It doesn't matter how crappy my day was, that is always a bright spot. <br /><br />Ink - Thanks. We seem to do our changes all at once. When the Wee One was born we got back from the hospital and I got a call from Employment U a day later and all of a sudden we were planning a large international move. While this is not as big, having WLS go back to work and the Wee One go to day care has been yet another "all in" transition. I guess it's the tearing off the band-aid approach.Prof-like Substancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09536241129674490468noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793086675277097176.post-77921737584085722662009-04-13T19:47:00.000-04:002009-04-13T19:47:00.000-04:00Congratulations on making it through! That's a rea...Congratulations on making it through! That's a really tough transition...Inkhttp://inktopia7.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793086675277097176.post-23304696679037226352009-04-13T18:21:00.000-04:002009-04-13T18:21:00.000-04:00Awww. Cute! I much prefer daycare pick up to day...Awww. Cute! I much prefer daycare pick up to daycare drop off.carolinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01431606555204611826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793086675277097176.post-65662382235464381632009-04-13T16:45:00.000-04:002009-04-13T16:45:00.000-04:00Enjoy it while you can. DrDrA is right - they grow...Enjoy it while you can. DrDrA is right - they grow up very quickly. My eldest turns 11 tomorrow...Odysseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14589096873729951466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793086675277097176.post-80737863876875085392009-04-13T16:37:00.001-04:002009-04-13T16:37:00.001-04:00Does she still look like she did in that video you...Does she still look like she did in that video you posted of her laughing? Because I think I might explode at the cuteness of that mental image.Arlennahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04199564304824250359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793086675277097176.post-49322492422948958532009-04-13T16:37:00.000-04:002009-04-13T16:37:00.000-04:00The *best* part of the daycare routine is when you...The *best* part of the daycare routine is when you go to pick them up. At first they are so super happy to see you, but then suddenly they start to like it there so that when you get there, they scream that you are taking them away. Twice last week, the monkey was 'no bye bye, away mommy" when I went to get him. Good times...ScientistMotherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02540317551396323613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793086675277097176.post-29780706154579952912009-04-13T16:24:00.000-04:002009-04-13T16:24:00.000-04:00I'm just going to pretend that she's never going t...I'm just going to pretend that she's never going to grow up for now. Thinking about her being 6 hurts my brain and 16 makes me feel mildly ill.Prof-like Substancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09536241129674490468noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793086675277097176.post-86034171547359783422009-04-13T15:24:00.000-04:002009-04-13T15:24:00.000-04:00AAAWWW. Before you know it she isn't even going to...AAAWWW. Before you know it she isn't even going to want hugs anymore. Then she's going to want you to park around the corner when you drop her off because she is 'embarrassed' by you. Talk about bawling!drdrAhttp://bluelabcoats.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793086675277097176.post-68333145916305554282009-04-13T13:21:00.000-04:002009-04-13T13:21:00.000-04:00awwwwwwww.awwwwwwww.Ambivalent Academichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05908454781195782927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793086675277097176.post-48935379521363759622009-04-13T09:50:00.000-04:002009-04-13T09:50:00.000-04:00I think my exact words to my mother on the first d...I think my exact words to my mother on the first day of pre-school (@~3yo in land far, far away) was "you can't stay with me mummy, pre-school is only for big kids like me." I guess my independent streak started pretty early. <BR/><BR/>Glad to hear things are calming down for you.Professor in Traininghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10903558307394806532noreply@blogger.com