daycare journal entry #1

hi everyone,

i know many of you have asked me how daycare is working out so far. it's been a month now, i think i should finally share my thoughts with you.

well, i still cry every morning when mommy drops me off at daycare. i don't like to nap there, so when i get home i get tired by 8 or so and have to turn in for the night. school is okay. my new friends give me toys when i get there to show their hospitality, but i can't risk a moment of weakness in taking their toys and letting go of my iron grip on mommy. you never know how quickly she can sneak out of the room on you as soon as you turn your back on her.

this morning, trevor passed a ball to me expecting me to catch it, but all it did was bounce off my head as i don't understand what he means by "catch". mom and dad never taught me basket ball skills. i hear trevor loves to play basket ball at home. he's probably on his way to becoming a future NBA pick. he's also a little older than i am, in case you don't know. so, he kept trying to pass me the make-belief basket ball (it was just a beach ball) and i just stood there with "g'rilla" (that's my gorilla friend i went to school with today) snug in my arms. i laughed back at him when he laughed at how the ball bounced off my forehead like it would off a backboard though...

oh well, school is different from home, i am usually not myself there. just still not used to it yet, i suppose. maybe soon enough i won't cry when getting dropped off, or pout when i get picked up. last friday, i found our family picture (of mom, dad and me) on the classroom wall, i pointed to it and started to feel very sad. the teachers saw me working up tears and immediately gave me my snoopy and a cracker to help me compose myself. they told mommy how cute that was when she came to pick me up.

all for now..