Well, we gone and done it. Today, not only marks a birthday, but the first day our son is in DAYCARE. Cringe. Shudder. Worry. Worry. Worry. Daycare, a dreaded word in my mind not too long ago. If only we had the option of someone that could come over to the house and do the job one-on-one, we would rejoice, but that is a luxury, and just plain impossible to find and hard to come by. So, we must do what we must. But I must say, I think Dylan has forgotten that he has parents! Can we say "feel right at home"?! We checked the place out yesterday and it was satisfactory to our needs and requirements, besides they seem to be one of the only places to have an opening. Also, conveniently located down the street from the house.
Dylan seems to love the company of all manner of living things, so daycare to him is an environment that he seems to enjoy. He finds joy being in the midst of a babble of people (he proved that on Christmas day when we had visitors in and out of the house throughout the day - he was extremely exhuberant and all smiles and showing off as best he could) so, we hope that this IS a good thing for him. It is extremely hard for the parents though, to ward off evil thoughts such as will they give enough attention to my child, will he be healthy enough to ward off other children's germs, will they ever hit my child, is the area secure enough, will a psychologically deranged nut suddenly start a shoot-out rampage or create a hostage situation; etc., ad infinitum. Sometimes, you just have to stop thinking for a while and instead call the daycare center at least once every 2 or 3 hours...ah, the angst!
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