Get Used to Being Judged, Kid
Margo got her first report card for her first day with Carmen. It's really just a summary of the day, an ongoing written communication between the childcare provider and parents, which is a pretty good idea, because it lets us, or her, go back and see if there are trends happening, or if a certain food caused a reaction. Good idea, but a report card nonetheless.
Snack = yogourt, banana, milk.
After snack we went to the park, she had fun at the swings. She didn't sleep, but her mood was excellent.
So, there you have it. You can read into it as much as you want, try to scrutinize any signs of future genius, political tendencies, what have you, but that was Margo's first day at Carmen's.
I'm writing this with the benefit of hindsight of the next few days of childcare having already passed. The week went well, and the daily reports pretty much mirrored what we knew of Margo: she's a cool kid, but doesn't like not getting her way. Oh, our little Napoleon, our little Idi Amin... tyrant of our heart.
The big shocker was that Carmen was able to get Margo to take a nap with the other kids. This was a concern for us, because Stalin... uh, I mean, Margo doesn't nap well in less than perfect conditions. That means that for the past 4 months, naps have been in a darkened room, and we've tried to keep excessive noise down. But a little back rubbing and craddling, and she dozed off.
But this was just dress rehearsal; this coming Tuesday will be the full day, including Donna and I running around like chickens with our heads cut off to try to get ready and out the door in time.
Cluck cluck. Happy Labour Day. Margo's first birthday is around the corner. She has kindly asked for no gifts, but will be posting her Swiss bank account number shortly for any generous wire transfers that admirers may wish to make.
- Michel
Margo's Day
She was very happy to be here, played very nicely with baby toys and tried to interact with L & Z.Snack = yogourt, banana, milk.
After snack we went to the park, she had fun at the swings. She didn't sleep, but her mood was excellent.
So, there you have it. You can read into it as much as you want, try to scrutinize any signs of future genius, political tendencies, what have you, but that was Margo's first day at Carmen's.
I'm writing this with the benefit of hindsight of the next few days of childcare having already passed. The week went well, and the daily reports pretty much mirrored what we knew of Margo: she's a cool kid, but doesn't like not getting her way. Oh, our little Napoleon, our little Idi Amin... tyrant of our heart.
The big shocker was that Carmen was able to get Margo to take a nap with the other kids. This was a concern for us, because Stalin... uh, I mean, Margo doesn't nap well in less than perfect conditions. That means that for the past 4 months, naps have been in a darkened room, and we've tried to keep excessive noise down. But a little back rubbing and craddling, and she dozed off.
But this was just dress rehearsal; this coming Tuesday will be the full day, including Donna and I running around like chickens with our heads cut off to try to get ready and out the door in time.
Cluck cluck. Happy Labour Day. Margo's first birthday is around the corner. She has kindly asked for no gifts, but will be posting her Swiss bank account number shortly for any generous wire transfers that admirers may wish to make.
- Michel
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11:00 p.m.That is so cute.
Margo, you have a report card already, my,my.
You will have a hugh scrapbook of report cards, by the time that you can read this.
Good girl,"tu est un soldat hardi"like grand-grandmaman LeSann use to say.
I love all this reading.
Keep up the good work parents,but send us some pictures.
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