The big day has arrived and nearly passed – with Elliott snoozing in my lap as we speak. Or, type.
Corey came with me for the big drop off. Elliott was dressed in a cream velour striped romper. It had a collar so it was very “business on top, napping on bottom.” When I went to take the picture, Michella, (Michelle-uh) straightened out the legs of his outfit. It may seem inconsequential to some, but it was a small detail of attentiveness that I appreciated. Little did I know – Elliott would be wearing one of his backup outfits when I picked him up.
After we dropped him off, we walked to the front door. It was then that I realized I hadn’t signed something I thought I was supposed to sign. I got back to his room – and he was in the rocking chair with one of the foster grandparents (she is in the red shirt in the back). Elliott’s crib is under the tree. I peeked in through the two sided mirror before I picked him up. He was being rocked by a student worker – in a spare outfit I had packed.
Thus far – the first day has left me with many likes:
- “Foster grandparents” is an adorable concept on it’s own.
- Diligent notes about naps, feedings and diapers.
- They provide and make formula as well as washing the bottles. We leave his bottles there.
- I believe they wash his linens as well (I need to check his bag to be sure.)
- Diversity among the babies and staff.
- The teacher called to let me know he had his 4:30 bottle, even though I picked him up at 4:37.
- They stick to his schedule.
- I like that I can observe him without going in there.
- Most of all – he was content at drop off and pick up.
So far, so good. Now, I need to make myself some dinner and get this stinky boy a bath!
