Maybe one for Jill too. (see, I know her and stuff)
I read the article Jill mentioned in her comment on my last post written by It's Not All Mary Poppins, and the light bulb clicked on in my head. At her old daycare, with minor exceptions, dropping off M was always handing her physically over to someone. As she got older she went off to find the toys that she knew she could play with, but that was maybe in the last few weeks. She was also one of the first ones there.
At new daycare, she's been starting her day pretty much alone in a crowd. We are one of the later ones in, so there are a lot of kids. However, I still think I can hand her to a person (the teachers there in the morning are so wonderful and understanding). That should help a bunch. I also have been so personally troubled by the screaming, I haven't been focusing enough on a good be strong for her kind of goodbye. While it is hard for me (this morning was bad, chocolate wasn't even helping), I am the grown up and I need to suck it up to make her transition easier. I can sob into my latte later on.
Tomorrow, I'm wearing the big girl panties. And this super cute skirt, still not sure about the shoes.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Chew Chomp Crunch
M started her new daycare on Monday and while it seems to be going well, there has been trauma and drama for all involved. We got a clue during one of our pre-visits last week of what was coming when she screamed that most terrible of primal toddler screams when we left while A met the director. She recovered quickly, but I had a feeling.
I was right. M has never had issues with transition before now. It helps that she had known her teachers at her old daycare since she was three months old, but even with that, she always seemed to handle drop off better than her peers. I know we're at the age when things start to change, but as recently as a couple of weekends ago, I dropped her off with friends of mine she had never met for an hour while I got a new haircut.
Monday we made it through the bus ride and in the door. The moment I set her down, the scream started. I talked enough to the teachers, then turn and ran out the door. When I went to pick her up, I had knots in my stomach with worry about how she had done. Tuesday wasn't much better. Both days she got hugs and cuddles from the teachers and calmed down enough to have a great day. She's even napping good on the cots, which was something that worried me. (we'll see how good it goes when they take away her Nuk...) Today was our first glimmer of hope that maybe this will be short lived. She walked in the doors of the building, to the door of her daycare (it is in a larger building), through that door, into her classroom, and halfway into the room. Then she remember that she should be screaming. Since I just make it worse, I turned and ran out again.
Things overall are well, I have done my best not to bug daycare, other than a few emails. I get wonderful glowing reports every day of how she does. She was a little huggy today, but that might have something to do with the teething and her regular hugs at home. (wosth mom guilt perhaps?) Oh, and maybe it had something to do with the BITE. I was warned last week there are biters in her class. That I would be called if they drew blood. Well, that is a plus I guess, they didn't break the skin. A isn't dealing with it well, and while I know it is a regular thing in the world of toddlers, how do you deal with it? What if you're the parent of a biter? What if she learns to bite? Couldn't this have waited until I got her OK with drop off?
I was right. M has never had issues with transition before now. It helps that she had known her teachers at her old daycare since she was three months old, but even with that, she always seemed to handle drop off better than her peers. I know we're at the age when things start to change, but as recently as a couple of weekends ago, I dropped her off with friends of mine she had never met for an hour while I got a new haircut.
Monday we made it through the bus ride and in the door. The moment I set her down, the scream started. I talked enough to the teachers, then turn and ran out the door. When I went to pick her up, I had knots in my stomach with worry about how she had done. Tuesday wasn't much better. Both days she got hugs and cuddles from the teachers and calmed down enough to have a great day. She's even napping good on the cots, which was something that worried me. (we'll see how good it goes when they take away her Nuk...) Today was our first glimmer of hope that maybe this will be short lived. She walked in the doors of the building, to the door of her daycare (it is in a larger building), through that door, into her classroom, and halfway into the room. Then she remember that she should be screaming. Since I just make it worse, I turned and ran out again.
Things overall are well, I have done my best not to bug daycare, other than a few emails. I get wonderful glowing reports every day of how she does. She was a little huggy today, but that might have something to do with the teething and her regular hugs at home. (wosth mom guilt perhaps?) Oh, and maybe it had something to do with the BITE. I was warned last week there are biters in her class. That I would be called if they drew blood. Well, that is a plus I guess, they didn't break the skin. A isn't dealing with it well, and while I know it is a regular thing in the world of toddlers, how do you deal with it? What if you're the parent of a biter? What if she learns to bite? Couldn't this have waited until I got her OK with drop off?
WW- Let's just not talk about the weeds in my yard
But you are more than welcome to talk about the adorable curls.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
They call it 60's
I've been having more fun with Picnik for the new header, and adding another column over there on the side. (I'll comment on that soon enough) Still not done tweaking, but it is nearly bedtime here in the steamy twin cities. (bad air alerts, so if you're local, stay inside in the AC)
I've also started a cool new photo project of sorts, details coming on that too. I may need all six of your thinking caps on to help me figure something out.
I've also started a cool new photo project of sorts, details coming on that too. I may need all six of your thinking caps on to help me figure something out.
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