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A little over a year ago, I was having coffee with another mom I'd met during kid storytime at the library. I had just been offered my current job and had accepted and was really excited. She wasn't, really. "What about the kids?" I explained that we were looking for the right daycare for them and her jaw dropped in horror. "DAYCARE?! YOU'RE GOING TO SEND YOUR BABIES OFF TO BE WATCHED BY A STRANGER ALL DAY?!" Well, unless they're suddenly capable of writing about water chemistry and processing EIS comments, they certainly weren't going to be going to work with me. So, daycare it was. Said friend was appalled and explained that daycares were terrible places where children are exposed to ebola and watched over by child molesters. But again, daycare was going to have to do. I promised to send some hazmat suits in their backpacks and we'd be good to go.
We interviewed a couple of places and settled on Jane. Doug liked Jane and that says a lot, considering that Doug is overprotective like a mama grizzly bear on 'roids. (Not even kidding.) The kids started going to Jane's house every day and a funny thing happened-- not only did they love it, but awesome things happened. They made friends. The shy little toddlers who hid behind my legs at story time came out of their little shells. Very quickly the morning tears turned into a lot of waiting at the door impatiently while Doug or I finished getting ready. Now, I'm lucky to get a kiss goodbye when I drop them off in the morning. Jane potty-trained them. Jane is teaching them to write their names and color inside of the lines and sing "the wheels on the bus" and ask things like, "mama, what is YOUR favorite instrument? Mine is the trumpet!"
And most awesome part of it? The kids bring home some RAD arts and crafts. See exhibit A.
Well, and there's the whole "loves our kids like her own" and whatnot that make Jane the best thing since sliced bread. But seriously, MUMMY CANDLES. HOW BADASS ARE THESE?!
We interviewed a couple of places and settled on Jane. Doug liked Jane and that says a lot, considering that Doug is overprotective like a mama grizzly bear on 'roids. (Not even kidding.) The kids started going to Jane's house every day and a funny thing happened-- not only did they love it, but awesome things happened. They made friends. The shy little toddlers who hid behind my legs at story time came out of their little shells. Very quickly the morning tears turned into a lot of waiting at the door impatiently while Doug or I finished getting ready. Now, I'm lucky to get a kiss goodbye when I drop them off in the morning. Jane potty-trained them. Jane is teaching them to write their names and color inside of the lines and sing "the wheels on the bus" and ask things like, "mama, what is YOUR favorite instrument? Mine is the trumpet!"
And most awesome part of it? The kids bring home some RAD arts and crafts. See exhibit A.
Well, and there's the whole "loves our kids like her own" and whatnot that make Jane the best thing since sliced bread. But seriously, MUMMY CANDLES. HOW BADASS ARE THESE?!