seriously, we are not sure who is enjoying the return to daycare more - her down there or us up here. then there is the swimming with dadda (which consists mainly of him standing guard while she tries out impossible manoeuvres and stunts), walks to the puppy park every night with her katie, yukky bees (otherwise known as the movie 'a bug's life' - her latest obsession), reading by HERSELF after dad has finished reading her stories at night time, changing clothes and shoes a zillion times a day (saying, 'how 'bout DIS one, or DIS one? i wear DAT, ok?'), sitting on the floor with thomas asking him how his (missing) eye is, then assuring us that he will have two eyes again 'soon'.
home, for someone that short and routine-loving, is the place to be. and daycare, with 'my kids', and 'my canny (candice the carer)', and 'my stuff' is the icing on her cake.
we have gone all out to celebrate with her, getting to a movie or two a week, then picking her up straight away afterwards, then home for 'ning on the couch, ok?' while mummy watches the antiques road show with an earl grey tea in hand. bliss all round!
home, for someone that short and routine-loving, is the place to be. and daycare, with 'my kids', and 'my canny (candice the carer)', and 'my stuff' is the icing on her cake.
we have gone all out to celebrate with her, getting to a movie or two a week, then picking her up straight away afterwards, then home for 'ning on the couch, ok?' while mummy watches the antiques road show with an earl grey tea in hand. bliss all round!
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