Tag: daycare
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I do more shoddy parenting by 9am than you do all day. (Today wasn't exactly a high-point in my mothering career.)
All three boys go to the same school, and every day I usually drop Chip off last. He loves to go to his brothers’ preschool rooms first and play with all the big kid toys. He knows all the teachers names and walks around like he owns the place, and I never worry about him…
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No wonder they're so tired at night. Beating the cr@p out of each other all day every day will really wear a guy out.
Daycare & preschool are closed today and yesterday. Yesterday was Mr. Plain’s turn to stay home with the monkeys, and today it’s mine. I have a couple of questions. How do kids who really only eat about 1.2 meals a day have so much energy? With an (allegedly) finite amount of energy, why would they…
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Because I have a pea-sized brain and need to see information to understand it. Well, and because I'm a huge dork.
I’m going to come clean. For the longest time I was not able to figure out when Mike would go to kindergarten. I just couldn’t do the math, so instead I drew a picture. (Click to see the full horror.) Using Excel. Yeah, I know. Sad. BUT! Now I at least know when the kidlets…
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How we decided to send our kids to daycare, and how we accidentally chose the perfect center for our family.
The first time I gave serious thought to what we were going to do with our child while we were at work was after we had finally finished all our adoption paperwork. There wasn’t a lot to do at that point but wait around, so I found other projects to keep me occupied. We first…
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This one goes out to all the parents who are craftastically challenged. How to survive the creation of mass quantities of preschool Valentines.
Yeah, if you’re reading this now you’re cutting it a little close for Valentine’s Day 2007. And that means you’re my kind of person! With 2 kids in preschool, and one in daycare (who must do EVERY-THING his big brothers do) we needed to make about 90 valentine’s cards this year. I’ve got nothing against…
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Old-fashioned Sudafed is making me punchy and loopy. But how will you notice the difference?
I’m all hopped up on Sudafed and I can’t really string thoughts together today, so this will be a stream of consciousness post. I know, those are about as interesting to read as those irritating “here’s what I dreamt last night” posts, so I won’t be hurt if you decide to come back tomorrow to…
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They're all losing their tiny minds, so we're staying home to do it together.
All three boys are having incredibly hard times at preschool / daycare this week. When I got to Mike’s classroom Wednesday he was sitting in his cubby crying. Chip had hard days where nothing seemed to be right and he just wanted to eat waffles. Everything made him mad. Even his pants. Robbie got mad…
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It isn't Thanksgiving, but this is what I'm thankful for. And what is saving my sanity!
I am thankful for our advent calendar. “Mommy, is it Cristmas??” “Look at the calendar, honey.” Now they just blame the calendar and not me. I am currently trying to finish up the blasted Christmas stockings. I’ve mostly finished Mike’s, and Robbie’s will be done enough to be recognizable, but I make few guarantees about…
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I'm just happy to be here
I’ve been working at home for two days because Chip has had a fever. He’s not a big TV addict, but yesterday he parked himself in front of the TV and cried when each show ended until I could get a new one on. I think he was using it to distract himself from how…
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Introducing myself
I’ve been up since 3:30 am — the baby woke up and then I couldn’t go back to sleep — so of course in my sleep-deprived state starting a blog sounds like a great idea! Ha! Will anyone ever read it? Will anyone ever comment? Will I ever write entry number 2? Who knows… So…