A Daycare Family.

I never thought we would be one of them. Not that there is anything remotely bad about being a 'daycare family', I just never thought I would be there. Never really gave it much thought, to be honest with you. As the prospect of me going back to work neared, and I met with the powers-that-be from my work, the reality sunk in that we have no family or friends (that don't have a flexible job or live near us) to look after Finn on a regular basis. So, daycare was the next option. Thank God for this website, Daycare Bear...otherwise I would have no clue where to start looking for a reputable daycare! We found a couple that are by the church/my work that sounded great. We ended up with (get ready for a mouthful) Early Experiences Discovery Children's Garden. Phew. Like I said, a mouthful.

We met with Viktoriya (can you tell she's Russian?) and saw the facility, and it looks awesome. We had a barrage of questions but we hardly had to ask any because she just spat out all the information we needed to know and sent us home with a little info pack. Loved that. Now, we get Finn to meet her and begin the gradual entry process. Agh!

At first we had our reservations about daycare, but after meeting with Viktoriya we are feeling pretty good. Excited, in fact - excited for Finn to experience something new and meet some new friends. I'll let you know how day one goes...

www.daycarebear.ca

Eleven Months.

Here he is, one month shy of one year old, stacking cups. He is no longer the little blob of baby that laid on the floor looking up at a little blue elephant, concentrating so hard wondering how to touch it. Now he concentrates so intently on how to accurately get the smaller cup in to the bigger cup, and I love to watch the gears turn in his head. I love how when he's done, he's done, too.

Days of Destruction: Phase 1

So it begins.

"What?"

Makes My Heart Happy.

Standing Tall.

"Hi, I'm now standing up on things and getting in to stuff and you can no longer leave anything of value anywhere." -Finn

The Bathfro.

He likes not being in that pesky baby tub. Bubbles are a hit. He tried taking it off his head but alas, was unsuccessful. He learned to love it. Actually I'm not sure if he learned to love the bathfro, or the attention he was getting...

What is Going On!

Warning: This post might bore you if you don't have children. If you do not have children, I encourage you to visit this website instead of staying here. (Or you can read on, whatever)

I need your advice. If you have advice to give. Finn, our beloved little one, is NOT DRINKING HIS MILK! He eats solids pretty good but since Sunday (today is Tuesday) he has refused most of his bottles. He takes his first one in the morning pretty well, but every one after that he takes about 2oz. I've been trying to sneak the milk in his baby cereal but it's not the amount he is supposed to be getting! I estimate that Finn has got 16-20oz of milk Sunday and Monday. Only time will tell today...

I'm not sure if he is sick or not. He has thrown up twice, but has no other symptoms. After he tossed his cookies he was just normal, cool boy Finn. Playing, crawling/dragging himself, talking and babbling. I thought it might be a sensitive gag reflex...I don't know. Sheesh. I suspected teeth, but he's never done this before!

So - am I overreacting? Should I take him to the doctor or wait it out? For how long? Has this happened to your kids? Argh! (How can you tell I'm a first-time mother??)