So yesterday (here I go again with starting a sentence with "So". I can't quit it. Yesterday, on my day off, my last day off in a LONG time (cue the tears), I took Vinny to his daycare for a trial run. I dropped off his diapers, wipes, extra clothes, and then sat back and watched from afar as he got acquainted with his teacher and new friends. He seemed to love the new surroundings and was so amused by all the toys. I felt
An hour later I returned and peeked in the room (before flying into the room and snatching up my baby and smothering him with kisses like I haven't seen him in months.) Vinny was playing and smiling. And that's all it took to warm my heart and ease my nerves. He's going to be fine in daycare. Repeat: He's going to be fine in daycare. He's going to love it. Repeat: He's going to love it.
When Monday rolls around, someone remind me to repeat that to myself over and over, ok? Thanks.
I will be fine dropping him off on his first full day of "school" (remember, that's what we call it now). And if I'm not, you are sure to hear about it.