I'm torn. Obviously it's a huge adjustment for a child who, previous to this, had never spent more than four or five hours with a babysitter, never had a babysitter she didn't know well ahead of time, never been in any childcare setting. I was actually reluctant to put her in daycare, since obviously it was an awesome deal for me to have a stay-at-home spouse and know that I trusted her care 100 percent. My husband was the one who pushed for daycare, since he was feeling worn down by the SAH life and the demands of a toddler, and wanted to get back to work. Now, we're reversed. I loved seeing her play and interact with the other kids when I picked her up the other day, and I think the socialization will be really good for her (especially since my husband is uncomfortable having playdates with the neighborhood mommies). And he's having trouble finding a job that's exactly the right fit, and having a tougher time than he thought letting go of his full-time daddy role.
Any of you put your kid in daycare for the first time as a toddler? (Eva, I think you did, right?) What was the adjustment period like? I'm also going to call and talk to the daycare provider and ask her what she thinks of how BG is doing.
In happier news, BG is 19 months old today. Her language continues to make leaps and bounds, as does her "singing" (I put it quotes because thus far she doesn't really carry a tune). She likes to sing a song we learned from watching "Little Bear" (she sings the lines first, then I repeat them) and she sings a rough phonetic version of her ABCs and "Row Row Row Your Boat." And she's been expressing longer sentence-like strings, too:
Sung as we lie in bed together: "Get up, get up, everybody geeeeet uuuuup." (I think this is a song they sing at daycare to herald the end of naptime.)
Crooned to herself while she colors: "We're all going Seattle." When I ask her, "Did you just say that we're all going to Seattle?" she answers, "Yep. Sure" which is the latest evolution in assent for her, from "Yes" to "Yeah" and now "Yep, sure" which is freaking hilarious.
When I finally go in to get her out of her crib one morning after she yells, "Mommy, change diaper!" she thumps her chest and proclaims: "This baby poop."
After I hand her some Mardi Gras beads: "Here's my pitty necklace."
She's been doing more imaginative play too. After showing no interest in her baby doll for months (beyond taking all the doll's clothes off), she's been putting the doll in her car seat and "taking her for a ride" (rocking the car seat back and forth), giving the doll a bottle, pretending to tuck me in and making me pretend to yawn and fall asleep (this is my favorite game, obviously), making "vroom, vroom!" noises while she runs her cars around the living room.
She's definitely in the toddler picky-eating stage, complete with dramatic refusals of rejected food. The best is when you offer her, say, a little cup filled with blueberries, and she screams "NO!!!" and swipes at the cup with her arm so that blueberries go flying everywhere. Then she picks up the three berries that landed on her high chair tray, eats them, and says "Mmm! More booberries!"