First Day at Day Care

Here are belated pics of Bug's first day at day care. We don't need to worry about this girl. She likes it better there than at home.

THIS is how much I needed to bring to day care. The girl lives here now.

That happy face in the background should be a good sign, no? Bug looks nervous.

Bug is not sure about Miss Nona. That's Max walking around. He's there full-time...from 7am-6:30pm. He cries when he has to leave. The teachers tell me he runs the joint. It's true. Every afternoon he opens the door for me.

'Twas an awesome day at day care. Bug LOVES Miss Nona.

Fun fact: Miss Nona tells me that "Ella" means "Come here" in Greek. Awesome. Now Bug has no excuse to not respond when I call her. :)

God Bless,
Kat

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