My baby girl is in daycare. Sorry, my toddler is in daycare. I should say toddler because she’s not a baby anymore. I know this because people don’t stop us at the grocery store to coo at her anymore. I also know this because she walks, and talks, and runs, and has tantrums.
In 2010 she was a baby. In 2011, she’s a toddler. According to daycare, toddlers don’t belong in the baby room. So she’s in the toddler room now.
That means she’s growing up. That also means we no longer get daily written reports of her baby activities.
I’d grown used to getting these reports. They detailed her day; snacks, naps, diaper changes, and additional comments.
The additional comments were the best part. They were vague, they were poorly written, words were misspelled, exclamation marks substituted for periods and sentences ran on, but this was daycare not grammar school.
It’s silly but I kept most of these reports and here’s the best of my daughter’s daily daycare reports:
She showed lots of smiles on her face!
She was laying down and pat herself. It was so cute J!
She liked a rock wall at a playground. She touched it and smiled!
She was following me while she was in the playground just giggling!
Her favourite thing to do is to push the car outside all over the playground.
She stacked rings on a pole, looked at baby and hold it for a while, pushed walker, opened a house windows and looked her friends throw the windows and painting on a big paper on a wall! She tried to walk into a bed room and bath room some times!
She was putting people in bins and then dumping them out.
She was hugged and kissed by one of the boys!!
She enjoyed outdoor play, going down the slide, and running away from the daycare staff, wanting to be chased!
She loves sensory!
She loved cooking in the house. She made pasta!
These reports gave me the most insight into my daughter’s school day that I’ll likely ever receive. When she eventually learns to speak in full sentences and can respond to my inquiries about her day she’ll never give me this much detail. And there’s no way she’ll tell me how often she went to the bathroom.
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