Daycare Daze

Sometimes I really love my job. The kids can be so funny it's amazing. Our youngest baby is learning to crawl, but he hasn't quite got the hang of it yet so he mostly scoots backwards. One day last week I was down in the floor with him trying to keep him occupied during nap time when he found my shoe strings. He loves shoe strings. Any kind. He rolled all over my legs trying to get to them.



And he's also learned to make a surprised face which I think is just hilarious.



And then there are the older ones who had to show me their silly faces. I love the static in the hair.



It's funny how I spend most of the day trying to keep the boys from killing each other and then they pull out gems like this.



I just adore this little girl. She reminds me of a muppet and she's just so loving.



This little boy is too smart for his own britches. It's hard to discipline him when he's making you laugh so hard you have to leave the room!



I don't want to be in daycare for the rest of my life, but while I'm looking for another, higher paying job, this will do quite nicely.

ugh...I really want to keep this updated but I just can't think of anything really important to say. I guess it doesn't really have to be mind blowing or awe inspiring, but every time I sit down to write something it sounds stupid to me. I should just suck it up and write whatever I feel and not worry about what other people think. That's my problem I know. I worry so much what other people think I suppress what I'm really feeling. Whoa, where did that come from? OK, I just wanted to update a little since it's been a while so I'm just gonna end this now and save the philosophical stuff for another time.

No, really...