Dec
1
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
After five days of vacation, the baby had a hard time going back to daycare. He cried a lot and at the end of the day he looked shell-shocked, like when he first started. It was a hard day.
But it is a nice daycare, and they decorate with crafts the kids make, even in the infant classroom. They had taken down the handprint turkeys and put up reindeer with handprint antlers. The birthday pumpkins were replaced by birthday fir trees. In our son’s cubby the teacher had set aside all of his artwork for me to take home.
So now I have a stack of festive papers for the fridge and a tired hungry baby cuddled in my lap. He is nursing for a long time tonight, warm and drowsy. My little baby, my sweet tiny boy, my budding artist.
