For those concerned, Catie’s first week at daycare has been pretty good. She seems to like it there, and drop-off time is much less tense than it was the first day. But I think it’s also a little overwhelming for her to be there all day long, because by the time I get there to pick her up, she is ready to GO. HOME. And she informed me this afternoon that she was sad because she doesn’t want to go back to “daycare class” (her term for it), but I also think she’s pooped and might feel differently in the morning. Because the past two mornings, she’s been very excited to go.
Of course, she’s also throwing around a whole new world of attitude lately (complete with telling me, “no, ma’am!” with her hands on her hips, which is pretty much mimicking exactly what I do to her when she’s being a pill). But I don’t know how much of that is because of the daycare transition, and how much of that is just… being 3.
Random funny: when my mom came to visit last month, she noticed that Catie’s lips are really dry and chapped. (And they are, you can sort of see it in this picture.) So we went to Target and bought her some fun fruity-flavored chapstick, which Catie promptly decided she wanted absolutely nothing to do with.
But sometime this week, she changed her mind, and now every morning, after she gets dressed, she wants to put on her chapstick (not just one, she has to use all three different “flavors”), then she puts some on me, and then she wants to take a picture of the two of us “all pretty wif our lipstick on.”
Even though most of the pictures turn out super-cute of her and “meh” of me (at best), there is absolutely nothing about that ritual that sucks. I love that she wants to ham it up for the camera. Three year-olds are a freaking riot. Even when they’re obnoxious.