So yesterday was a big step for us. Daniel had his first day of going to an in-home daycare. Until now, we have been blessed to keep him at our house with a babysitter who gave him tons of individual attention.
His last babysitter, Jordan, has been so good to us. Daniel loved her to pieces since day 1. She brought over new books to read to him in the beginning, took him outside even though it was raining, and won his heart quickly. She took him outside all the time, showing him around the house construction sites in our neighborhood - even seeing a snake once! Yikes! She taught him how to say "Yes, ma'am," "Be patient," "Swallow your drool," "Come here, please," "Okey-dokey-artichokey," and countless other things. He learned about mini-vans, loved to drive Clark's truck (Jordan's hubby), and shaped pipe cleaners into "little, teeny, tiny hearts." Daniel's going to miss her, and I'm not just saying all these things because I gave her the link to this site, though I hope she reads it and knows how special she's been to us!
So as you can imagine, moving to an in-home daycare may seem like a little thing for some, but it was huge for me! I was worried sick and bawled my eyes out the night before. We had prepped Daniel a lot about what would happen, and he'd been threatening us by saying, "Mommy go to work. Daniel cry at Ms. Sarah's." However, when I left him Wednesday morning, he just waved bye through the window - not a single tear! Then when I picked him up later, he was busy dancing in the kitchen with one of the other little boys, and Ms. Sarah said he'd been wonderful all day! Who knew? I am so proud of him! Apparently I'm the only one that cried about Ms. Sarah's. I think he's going to do just fine!
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