Daycare

Today was your first day in daycare. I waited three hours to call and check on you, and when I did, you were asleep. In a crib. Which you never do for me. So I'm holding out the hope that daycare will be good for you. That it will allow you to stretch in ways that we, your parents can't. And that they will not feed you lead filled paint chips. The ladies at the daycare marveled at how good you were, and how pretty. They even called me to let me know that you had scratched yourself with your fingernail. But you were fine. You came home very tired and a little bit cranky. But all in all it was a very good first day. For all of us.