Daycare

I think I can finally post this without drenching the keyboard with tears. Day one of daycare was devastating. I don't know any other word for it. I was a complete puddle - I cried basically the entire day. I didn't even go into the office because my eyes were puffy and I couldn't bear talking about you to other people. The house was so lonely - I couldn't enter your nursery or look at your swing...

Unfortunately your day was just about as rough as mine! You didn't sleep a wink and you were all out of sorts. Your daycare lady, Pam, looked the way I feel when I picked you up...I felt so bad for her! ;) I'm happy to say that things have drastically improved now that we're 3-day daycare veterans.

I have to give a shout out to your buddy Jackson Link for making the transition much easier for everyone. Jackson has been an absolute saint - spending time with you, making you smile, and petting you on your belly. His Dad, Matt, has said that Jackson goes right to you in the mornings when he gets dropped off. I saw you guys smiling at each other yesterday, so that made today much easier. You've also fallen into Pam's sleeping schedule very nicely - you've taken two naps the last two days and I've had to wake you up when I get there to pick you up! Dad has a hard time dropping you off in the mornings - he told me it's hard to let you go. Luckily we don't really have to let you go for 18 more years...love you Ollie!