First Week at School

One week down at school and many more to go. Abby had a good time at school. She read books, played on her belly, pooped enough to have her clothes changed a couple of times, made bunny ears with her painted feet, listed to a musician sing songs, and held hands and stared at Cayden, (her new classmate, and boyfriend evidently, but Dad doesn't like the boyfriend title at all). Her teachers tell us that she throws the best fits too. The two other little boy babies have nothing on Abby - she just drowns them out with her well developed vocal cords and "I already know what I like and don't like attitude".



Bob and I did okay with Abby being at daycare too. I try to go at lunch to feed her as many days as possible, so that helps to be able to see her during the day. It's certainly not easy and a lot of work when you get home in the evening trying to eat dinner, spend time with Abby and keep the house in somewhat of an order, get ready for the next day, and then get to bed at a decent hour. Hopefully it gets easier as we get into the swing of things.

First Day at School

St. Patrick's Day was Abby's first day at school. Abby wasn't scared,
"No sweat...I can do this thing in my sleep..."


Steph got her loaded up and had the heart wrenching task of dropping her off. The drop-off went well, as did lunch feeding with Steph. Early afternoon, however, was another story.

Side story: many of you probably know, if you should go to prison, the first thing you must do is find the toughest person there and start a fight...shows others you're no punk. If carried out properly, no one will mess with you...even if you lose the fight. Otherwise, you will be tormented for the duration of your stay.

Abby did the Day Care equivalent. The teachers didn't tell me details when I picked her up, so I would have to assume one of the other two infants was talking trash about poopy diapers. Abby let her actions do the talking (Exhibit A)...

I must also mention...I spared many of you from seeing the picture of her one-sie, which looked like someone used it to clean up a 55-gallon drum of Grey-Poupon. She even had some poop on the elbow of her long sleeve pink tee - that has even me wondering what the heck happened?

Needless to say, her roommates were impressed, her teachers were put on alert, and (most of all) her Daddy was proud!

Now, I'm not saying every day when I pick up my little precious from Day Care I want to get a bag of clothes that got dirtied....let's just say I won't ever worry about cleaning up this mess. Show 'em who's boss, Abby!!!