Stasa turns three on Sunday. I wanted her to be able to celebrate with her classmates today.
I loved when my mom would bake cupcakes for me to share at school. I felt extra special and important when she did. I've been waiting for the day I could do the same for my kids.
Last week I asked two different teachers if I could make cupcakes to bring in for the class and was told by both that I could, but they couldn't have peanuts in them. Done. I did a test run with a new batter recipe that weekend and they turned out pretty good, but a bit dense. I tweaked the recipe and spent last night baking and frosting two dozen cupcakes and was excited to bring them in this morning.
I woke Stasa up and told her today she could bring cupcakes to school to share for her birthday. I'm sure you can picture how excited she was.
We walked into daycare with all of our cupcakes only to be told "Oh no! You can't bring in homemade cupcakes! Only store bought!" Apparently there was a huge miscommunication and I should have double and triple-checked with the director. Lesson learned. I ran to Giant and bought two dozen mini cupcakes for the class. Really, cupcakes are cupcakes to two and three year olds.
But mostly today I'm sad. I'm mourning the loss of a piece of my childhood. It's just not the same buying cupcakes from the store, especially since the store's bakery is using the same ingredients I am. And I really love baking. I guess I'll just have to make sure I bake her one hell of a cake for her birthday this weekend.
Showing posts with label daycare. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daycare. Show all posts
Friday, January 13, 2012
Monday, June 27, 2011
Monday, Monday.
Huge progress this morning. Ha-uge. Stasa walked into daycare, happy as a clam. And stayed that way even as I was leaving. I've been trying to prepare her every night and morning and this morning we had quite the conversation about "skuuul."
Me: What do you do at school?
Stasa: Sleep all night and wake up.
Me: All you do is sleep?
Stasa: And pick boogies.
So. No crying. Happy Stasa. At school. Progress.
When I picked the girls up this afternoon, there was a sheet in Stasa's file alerting us that it's the start of the Splash Day season. Every Tuesday Stasa needs to come to daycare with her bathing suit, towel and sunscreen for her class's Splash Day. There was also a coloring of 2 dogs and a bunch of bones since they've been discussing animals and animal sounds.
We did a bit of playing while we waited for Tom to get home and finish his workout. Stasa was a busy bee and wanted to play with just about everything. She surprised me by cleaning up (without any prompting from me) between activities, singing "clean up, clean, everybody, everywhere!" She helped Lexi "play" with the jumperoo, prepared some delicious crabby patties for me, and helped build a robot and SpongeBob out of her Legos. Busy, busy bee.
The robot "we" built:
"What happen to robot, mommy?" Yeah, I'm not buying that innocent act. Not with that Cheshire grin.
Poor robot.
The best I could do with what we have.
What's that, you say? Isn't it obvious? It's SpongeBob. Duh.
And Lexi was busy snoozing away after all of that "jumping" and playing.
Me: What do you do at school?
Stasa: Sleep all night and wake up.
Me: All you do is sleep?
Stasa: And pick boogies.
So. No crying. Happy Stasa. At school. Progress.
When I picked the girls up this afternoon, there was a sheet in Stasa's file alerting us that it's the start of the Splash Day season. Every Tuesday Stasa needs to come to daycare with her bathing suit, towel and sunscreen for her class's Splash Day. There was also a coloring of 2 dogs and a bunch of bones since they've been discussing animals and animal sounds.
We did a bit of playing while we waited for Tom to get home and finish his workout. Stasa was a busy bee and wanted to play with just about everything. She surprised me by cleaning up (without any prompting from me) between activities, singing "clean up, clean, everybody, everywhere!" She helped Lexi "play" with the jumperoo, prepared some delicious crabby patties for me, and helped build a robot and SpongeBob out of her Legos. Busy, busy bee.
The robot "we" built:
"What happen to robot, mommy?" Yeah, I'm not buying that innocent act. Not with that Cheshire grin.
Poor robot.
The best I could do with what we have.
What's that, you say? Isn't it obvious? It's SpongeBob. Duh.
And Lexi was busy snoozing away after all of that "jumping" and playing.
Friday, June 24, 2011
First week finished
I was surprised at how easy it was to return to work this time and can't believe my first week back is already over. Tom and I were sad to have Stasa leave Gigi's and knew she'd have a hard time with the transition, especially since she's been with the same person for so long. But it is nice having both girls in the same place - makes for a more convenient drop off and pick-up for us among other things. At the end of each day we're given a daily communications sheet for each girl. Lexi's includes when and how many ounces she ate, her exact nap times, and a log of all of her diaper changes. Stasa's tells us what she ate for lunch (and how much), how well she napped, and what she did that day. Both sheets also have a section that notes what supplies each girl needs.
Day one:
Tom came with me for the first day to make it easier on all of us. Both girls were a mess. It didn't help that we were the first ones there because there were no other kids to distract/entertain Stasa, but I prefer to drop off early so I can pick up early. As we left, both girls were crying. Well, Lexi was crying. Stasa was in a ball on the floor, crying her heart out. Once we were in the car, I only cried for a moment and then was fine, which was somewhat surprising since I cried for the entire ride every day for a week when I went back to work last time.
That day I called 2 or 3 times to check on the girls and was told they were doing great, but Lexi was struggling with the bottle. At the end of the day we learned that Lexi hardly slept at all and refused the bottle until she was starving and even then she cried through all of her feedings.
Day two:
The night before we talked to Stasa about her new school and reminded her that she and Lexi would be going again in the morning and talked about all of the fun things she would get to do. I prepared everything the night before to make things easier on us in the morning and decided to pack one of our Swaddle Pods for Lexi to make swaddling easier in the hopes she would sleep longer during the day.
I did drop off alone and talked to Stasa on the ride there about what she would do at school. She was fine until we walked in the door. Then she lost it. I left again with both girls crying and I felt awful leaving, but me lingering would have just made it harder for everyone.
I called again a couple of times throughout the day to check on the girls and both times I was told they were doing great. Lexi's teachers said she slept so much better with the Swaddle Pod and had a pretty good day, but that she needed to be held most of the time. I had also left a pacifier there and they said that helped calm her and put her to sleep, too.
Day three:
We started the day off great - Stasa woke up, asked to sit on the potty and actually went. Drop off went pretty much the same as the day before, but Lexi stopped crying before I left. Poor Stasa walked in as if she was walking to her death. She was crying, but walking willingly to the infant room (where the little kids combine in the morning). When I left the teacher had to close the door to keep Stasa from following me out. Once I was at work, I only called daycare once to check on the girls and was told they were fine and happy.
The girls' rooms are right next to each other and Stasa's class was inside when I came for pick-up, but I managed to sneak into Lexi's room first so I could get her settled in the car seat. Then Stasa saw me through the window, came running over with a huge smile and her daily communications sheet and told me she tried sitting on the potty.
Day four:
Lexi was a gem at drop off. She was smiling, cooing and just all around happy. I put her in her crib and focused on loving on Stasa before I left for work. I left with Stasa pressed against the glass partition, crying out for me.
Somehow I made it through the day without calling daycare at all. I figured if anything went wrong, they would call me. Pick-up was fantastic. I was told that Lexi didn't cry at all the entire day and is happy to take a bottle now. After getting Lexi strapped in her car seat, we went outside to get Stasa. She was happily riding around on a toy car. When she saw me she ran as fast as she could and gave me a great big bear hug. It was the first day she said bye to the kids and the teachers and when we came inside she showed me her artwork (a colored cat) that was hanging on the wall.
Day five:
Drop off wasn't nearly as traumatic as it has been, Stasa walked in and started crying, but mostly because I wouldn't let her have her chew blanket. We usually only let her have it at nap and bed time, but have made an exception this week since it was a big transition for her. By the time I left the room, she had stopped crying and was helping the morning teacher. Apparently they have their own special routine since we're usually the first ones there.
Stas and Lexi were both in a great mood when I arrived for pick-up. Once we were in the car, Stasa told me her version of her day and then as we were pulling away she said, "bye Stasa's skuuul. I love you, Stasa's skuuul. See ya." LOL I think she likes it, what do you think?
The happy 3 month old
Day one:
Tom came with me for the first day to make it easier on all of us. Both girls were a mess. It didn't help that we were the first ones there because there were no other kids to distract/entertain Stasa, but I prefer to drop off early so I can pick up early. As we left, both girls were crying. Well, Lexi was crying. Stasa was in a ball on the floor, crying her heart out. Once we were in the car, I only cried for a moment and then was fine, which was somewhat surprising since I cried for the entire ride every day for a week when I went back to work last time.
That day I called 2 or 3 times to check on the girls and was told they were doing great, but Lexi was struggling with the bottle. At the end of the day we learned that Lexi hardly slept at all and refused the bottle until she was starving and even then she cried through all of her feedings.
Day two:
The night before we talked to Stasa about her new school and reminded her that she and Lexi would be going again in the morning and talked about all of the fun things she would get to do. I prepared everything the night before to make things easier on us in the morning and decided to pack one of our Swaddle Pods for Lexi to make swaddling easier in the hopes she would sleep longer during the day.
I did drop off alone and talked to Stasa on the ride there about what she would do at school. She was fine until we walked in the door. Then she lost it. I left again with both girls crying and I felt awful leaving, but me lingering would have just made it harder for everyone.
I called again a couple of times throughout the day to check on the girls and both times I was told they were doing great. Lexi's teachers said she slept so much better with the Swaddle Pod and had a pretty good day, but that she needed to be held most of the time. I had also left a pacifier there and they said that helped calm her and put her to sleep, too.
Day three:
We started the day off great - Stasa woke up, asked to sit on the potty and actually went. Drop off went pretty much the same as the day before, but Lexi stopped crying before I left. Poor Stasa walked in as if she was walking to her death. She was crying, but walking willingly to the infant room (where the little kids combine in the morning). When I left the teacher had to close the door to keep Stasa from following me out. Once I was at work, I only called daycare once to check on the girls and was told they were fine and happy.
The girls' rooms are right next to each other and Stasa's class was inside when I came for pick-up, but I managed to sneak into Lexi's room first so I could get her settled in the car seat. Then Stasa saw me through the window, came running over with a huge smile and her daily communications sheet and told me she tried sitting on the potty.
Day four:
Lexi was a gem at drop off. She was smiling, cooing and just all around happy. I put her in her crib and focused on loving on Stasa before I left for work. I left with Stasa pressed against the glass partition, crying out for me.
Somehow I made it through the day without calling daycare at all. I figured if anything went wrong, they would call me. Pick-up was fantastic. I was told that Lexi didn't cry at all the entire day and is happy to take a bottle now. After getting Lexi strapped in her car seat, we went outside to get Stasa. She was happily riding around on a toy car. When she saw me she ran as fast as she could and gave me a great big bear hug. It was the first day she said bye to the kids and the teachers and when we came inside she showed me her artwork (a colored cat) that was hanging on the wall.
Day five:
Drop off wasn't nearly as traumatic as it has been, Stasa walked in and started crying, but mostly because I wouldn't let her have her chew blanket. We usually only let her have it at nap and bed time, but have made an exception this week since it was a big transition for her. By the time I left the room, she had stopped crying and was helping the morning teacher. Apparently they have their own special routine since we're usually the first ones there.
Stas and Lexi were both in a great mood when I arrived for pick-up. Once we were in the car, Stasa told me her version of her day and then as we were pulling away she said, "bye Stasa's skuuul. I love you, Stasa's skuuul. See ya." LOL I think she likes it, what do you think?
The happy 3 month old
Friday, June 17, 2011
The Free Day
Both girls start at their new daycare on Monday, which is also the day I return to work. Quite a lot of transition for one day, don't you think? So today I took Stasa to her new "school" for a free day. She got really excited when we pulled up and she saw the playground and even more so when I told her she would be making new friends today and playing with new toys. I gave her new teacher all of the information they needed for the day (name, age, diapers or undies, allergies...), kissed Stasa goodbye and went to the infant room for a quick tour. The infant room and Stasa's room are right next to each other, separated by a wall with small windows. While I was talking to the infant room teacher I could see Stasa wandering around her room, crying hysterically, and mouthing "mommy?!" I felt terrible, but knew it would just get worse if I went back in her room, so I left through the other entrance.
She's only been there an hour, but I'm already itching to call and check on her. I'm planning on picking her up after nap around 2:30 or 3:00.
9:45 AM: Called to check on her and they said she's doing great, is eating her morning snack, stopped crying and looks happy.
Update:
I picked her up around 3:00, about the time they were waking up from nap. She was so happy to see me, she cried and ran straight into my arms. And then proceeded to talk a mile a minute about what she did today. She ate lunch (fish sticks, rice, veggies, peaches and milk), listened to a story, talked about different animals and played outside. I think she's going to love it.
Tom's decided to do the drop off with me on Monday since it's my first day back and last time I had a hard time leaving Stasa. It'll be nice to have him with me to force me out of the building and into my car. Wish me luck!
She's only been there an hour, but I'm already itching to call and check on her. I'm planning on picking her up after nap around 2:30 or 3:00.
9:45 AM: Called to check on her and they said she's doing great, is eating her morning snack, stopped crying and looks happy.
Update:
I picked her up around 3:00, about the time they were waking up from nap. She was so happy to see me, she cried and ran straight into my arms. And then proceeded to talk a mile a minute about what she did today. She ate lunch (fish sticks, rice, veggies, peaches and milk), listened to a story, talked about different animals and played outside. I think she's going to love it.
Tom's decided to do the drop off with me on Monday since it's my first day back and last time I had a hard time leaving Stasa. It'll be nice to have him with me to force me out of the building and into my car. Wish me luck!
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Just hanging with her "big sis"
I love that Geraldine sends me updates during the day of what Stasa's up to and I especially love when she sends pictures. Here's one of Stasa and Nia cheesing for the camera:
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Playing at daycare
Geraldine sent this short video to my phone today. Stasa's just staring at Blue and then gets so excited when she realizes there's someone there to crawl to.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Picture time
Here are some pictures from our mornings this week.
Stasa is ready to go to her first day of daycare. She was actually all smiles and coos, but kept putting on this serious face when I tried taking her picture. Stinker.
Day 2 of daycare and still happy in the morning (even though it's not showing). She took a chew toy with her this morning.
Evening tummy time! We got her a new tummy time mat last night and she really likes it. She was lifting her head all of the way up, but stopped before I could capture it. Here she is munching on her hands. So tasty.
Evening tummy time! We got her a new tummy time mat last night and she really likes it. She was lifting her head all of the way up, but stopped before I could capture it. Here she is munching on her hands. So tasty.
Day two as a working mom
Yesterday seemed to fly by and before I knew it, it was time to leave to pick up Stasa. Of course, a two hour lunch and 4 pumping sessions helped break up my day. Stasa was ALL smiles and coos when we picked her up. Geraldine said she only napped for about an hour and cried when she was hungry. She played on the activity gym and loved it! And of course she chewed on her bib or Geraldine's finger. Teething monster!!
I hope today goes by just as fast. I really don't know how working moms do it/ I was EXHAUSTED when I got home and I passed out during Stasa's bedtime. I hope it gets easy and I get less tired each day. I'm still trying to time everything in the morning so I can get myself and Stasa ready and fed on time.
Well, here I go again. I wonder if it'll be easier to drop her off today?
I hope today goes by just as fast. I really don't know how working moms do it/ I was EXHAUSTED when I got home and I passed out during Stasa's bedtime. I hope it gets easy and I get less tired each day. I'm still trying to time everything in the morning so I can get myself and Stasa ready and fed on time.
Well, here I go again. I wonder if it'll be easier to drop her off today?
Monday, April 13, 2009
I'm still alive
I've made it to 9:30 AM and I haven't cried since I walked in the office. Granted I did cry the whole way from daycare to the office, but still. Progress is progress. Geraldine has texted a couple of times to let me know what the Stasa Monster is up to. I really hope she naps well and is in a good mood when we go get her.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)