Okay, if I'm so adaptable, how come I'm so displeased with this whole daycare changeover thing? Because it affects my girls, and I'm a real Mama Bear when it comes to that. And no, that's not Mama Grizzly - they're not justifiably protective, they're unjustifiably naive.
They did okay today, though. I went to Janet's last Thursday, and the girls played for about an hour while I was there. I didn't pick up any red flags then, and things today went fine, so it'll be all right. I cried when I dropped the girls off at Amanda's last Friday for their last day, and then again when I picked them up and said goodbye. I'm sure they wondered what the heck was making me so sad, but if they knew, they'd cry too. The hardest part about today was after we got home and Emily saw her swimsuit that had been at Amanda's for her to play outside in. She got REALLY upset and insisted that we take that suit back to Ms. Amanda's so she could go swimmin'. I'm hoping that wearing that suit to Ashby Park on wednesday with her cousins and grandparents will make her feel better about things.
It was really nice that there was only one other kid at Janet's today, a 7-month-old baby, so the girls weren't completely overwhelmed by things. It's in the same neighborhood as Amanda's house, so if they go to the park it's the same park. And I'm working shorter days for a few weeks so they're not faced with 10-hour stretches in a strange place all at once. We'll get it figured out, I think. Staying at home sure is looking like a nicer and nicer option, though.
Of course, this kind of major transition wouldn't be complete without an appliance failure - our stupid dishwasher is flashing a number all the time now, and it's actually the same cost to replace it as it would be to get it fixed, due to the fact that it's on a safety recall anyway for something that could start the house on fire (we haven't been running it overnight or while we're not home since we learned about that!!). So, something else to have to figure out.
Tomorrow is Audrey's 9-mo checkup, and I'm sure they'll say she's growing great and that we shouldn't worry that she's not crawling. She's eating great, has really good fine motor skills, and I'd swear she understands a lot of what we're saying. I've started signing with her a little, and I think that she'll catch on to that pretty quickly here, since she seems to understand the signs even though she doesn't make them back.
And of course, The Haircut! Emily's first! Saturday night, Audrey was exhausted in the bath but Emily had just had a long nap, so we put Audrey to bed and kept Emily up for a while. She was SO excited, but doesn't seem to particularly care how long her hair is anyway so I think the thrill was in the event only. She had a hard time keeping her head still, because she wanted to turn and watch the scissors. I'm also a little worried that my industrious daughter will take scissors to her own hair independently, so I was very careful to tell her it was my job to do it, and with special scissors only. All in all, her hair looks fantastic (just don't look at the uneven ends - I did my best, but like I said, holey wiggly!!!) and it's much easier to brush, dry, and put in pony tails. But she looks so grown-up now!! Where did my little baby go?
All in all, I am tremendously proud of my daughters for handling this whole change as well as they have so far, keeping in mind that the transition will undoubtedly last a few weeks or more. As others we talked to predicted, they're doing better than their parents. Travis and I both have had bouts of "I can't make this better for them!!" We're supposed to be all-powerful and all-knowing, and yet I feel completely powerless (and stupid, but that's kind of an ongoing thing with parenthood, I think!). I suppose this is just the beginning.
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