Spring Training
Camp Weaver-Powell was good while it lasted. I loved being able to get out the door earlier and stay at work later when I needed to. Dada loved spending quality time with the baby in the mornings and transporting the baby back and forth in his red wagon. Lex loved his outings to Maymont Nature Center, the Children’s Museum, the play area in the mall.
It was ideal. Except that his nap schedule never quite synced with Baby Izzy. He was bored waiting for her to wake up, and tired when she was ready to go. Perfect, except that he missed interacting with older kids. He loved the one-on-two ratio, but it would have been better with another adult and a handful of kids.
So spring training is over and Lex is back in daycare. He did not adjust to his first day as easily as I would have liked. I spent twenty minutes in the classroom with him while he got comfortable and ten minutes in the lobby listening to him cry. Full-on eggplant-purple meltdown when I left. Until Ms. Brenda picked him up and held him on her lap with a toy and I finally went in to work.
When we got home we called Ms. Melissa to report on his first day away from Camp Weaver-Powell. She asked good questions, made recommendations. I can tell she misses him already.
It will be an adjustment. For all of us.
