The Place with the Bee...

The boys went to that drop-in daycare again tonight. We refer to it as "the place with the bee". It seems strange to call it "daycare" or by the center's name. I don't know why. So, when we first toured it with the boys Easton noted some of the toys he wanted to play with in the future...and a bee hanging from the ceiling was one of them. Last time didn't end great (and then we all got that tummy bug from there) so we waited awhile before trying again and today was the day. We've been building it up to Easton...his buddy Ellis was there again. We put a little bee sticker on his calendar to mark the day.

And Easton knew.

He was a punk and misbehaving all day (we were trying to be very sensitive to his insecurities) and he was saying things like, "I don't want Mommy and Daddy to go bye-bye". On the drive there he was so quiet and nervous seeming, picking at his lip. Sad. He was okay with Jason there when we first arrived. But as we moved towards leaving (hugs and kisses goodbye) he started saying, "I want to go to sleep!" and stuff.

And of course he fell apart when we left. I called about half an hour later to see how things were going and they said he had calmed down but had thrown up all over himself from getting so worked up. :( They said his clothes were in their washer. I knew to send spare clothes, luckily. Poor kid.

We peeked in the window before going in the room to get him once it was all over and he was holding it together sitting in a chair with his back to us. He was at a little table with Ellis and another kid, a Dixie cup of milk in front of him. But, again, when he saw us he was able to let it all out. And he did. He was a mess. He told Jason that he threw up. But he also says he had fun. His little sheet with diaper changes and food and stuff says under "Enrichment Activity: "He didn't do anything. Just cry and cry." How sad!!! They say he only had pears and milk for his dinner. I'm surprised if he even did that. Poor guy. They told us he was holding himself together pretty well, but the tears were always there. I really hope this doesn't send him back into the super-clingy phase he was in not too long ago.

On our drive home we asked him, "Easton did you get sad when we left?" And he said, "Yes. Easton cried a lot, a lot, and lots." And I did a sympathetic, "You did?" and he said, "I wiped me tears with Cuddles". *sniff* That makes me feel so sad.

We brought him a "prize" which is how he says "surprise". It was a cookie. (When we asked him what he thought his suprise might be he guessed "a pig". We brought a cookie after last time too.) He ate his whole "prize" on the way home. Then some mac and cheese, juice, and water at home before his shower. Yes, he's still on that shower kick.

Supposedly Dalton did great. He was crying on their changing table (being changed) when I went in to get him but from looking at his "activity sheet" it is clear he was both hungry and tired. The "teacher" told me he was doing great except for diaper changes and that he was "crawling all around the room". Seeing as how he does not yet do that at home I said, "Really??? He was crawling? He hasn't done that at home!" but I was kinda skeptical, of course. She said, "Yep. All around." We'll see. I bet she was simply noticing him in different spots and didn't quite realize how exactly he might've gotten himself there. She had other kids (including her own grandson) to watch. But I'm glad he was exploring, all the same.

After last time we made sure both boys got really good baths when we got home. Even if it meant they were in bed really late (9:00). I know they were still exposed to all sorts of stuff while they were there but it made us feel a bit better.

Actually Dalton hasn't been getting good naps lately. Not at all. Yet the last two nights have been great...for him. Thursday he had just two 45 minute naps all day. I left him in his bed resting for more than the 45 minutes, though. I put him down at 6:00 that night and he slept till 7:20 the next morning waking just once to eat. Woo hoo!

Last night was nearly the same, but with a 7:15 bedtime and when he woke to eat I only let him eat for six minutes. Not long enough, apparently. He woke up hungry again 3 hours later. But then slept till after 8 this morning. Wooooooo!

Crappy naps again today...a 45-er at home, I woke him from a decent nap after an hour and a half to leave for the place with the bee, and his sheet says he took another 45-er while there. We'll see how tonight goes. He didn't go down till 8:45.

Oh!!! And what did Jason and I do all afternoon while the boys missed us? We went to Six Flags! We had never been to an amusement park together and so we went and did the roller coasters and a few other rides. The weather was great, not too hot, a pleasant breeze. And the crowds weren't bad at all either. Jason had to wait longer for our sandwiches at the grocery store deli than we did for any of the rides. We actually left having ridden all we'd wanted to and went to grab a quick dinner before picking up the boys. This was all in less than 5 hours. No pictures...I didn't want to lug anything around. Not like you can really take good pictures on roller coasters anyway. I needed to "secure all loose items" anyway. So I just left it at home. Sorry.

But I do have some other pictures from the last few days. Let's see...we opened a toy we got after Baby Dalton was born. He was just too little to play with it yet so I left it shrink wrapped so it wouldn't become Easton's toy. But, Easton was very excited to "share with Dalton" anyhoo (check out D's moobs!):


It was right around this time that Easton patted his brother on the shoulder and told him, "You a good boy, Dah-Don". Awwwwww.


Two toothy grin:


Actually, Auntie Lauren came up on Thursday and spent the night with us because she didn't have school Friday. We went to the zoo with her...but those pictures will have to wait for another post. But here are 2 from her visit. A cool "game" she did with Easton:

Not really sure how they played it, but oh well, Easton was happy. He's always happy with Lauren around. I think she likes him too. I know she does.

And a rare sight of Baby D:

Crying?!?! I don't even remember what was bothering him. I think maybe a loud noise? He can be kinda sensitive sometimes. Goof. Oh. And Easton wore that same 9 month sized outfit starting when he was 15 months old. He wore it the day he got his first haircut, that's how I remember.

Okay, so the zoo crew pics and stories will have to wait for another time, as I said. My bed is calling. Night!