daycare, one month later + bedtime concerts
Well, Overboard has been back at work for a month now, which means that Mr. Kenny has spent the same amount of time at daycare. I'm happy to report that they're both doing well, even if they might miss spending as much time together as they had over the summer.
Kenny has the better end of the deal. Although he doesn't get paid, he's having fun playing during the day and watching all of the "big kids." Apparently, he's fascinated by the other kids and loves watching anything and everything they do. What's cool is that the daycare has this table where there are a number of built in seats in the middle of the table. This way, Kenny sits in the middle of the table and the other kids sit on the outside. He gets to be part of the action, and gnaws away at either his knuckles or a stuffed animal while the other kids paint, play, etc.
As for Overboard, there was no real easing into work. The day she returned the powers that be dumped a TON of work on her desk as a "welcome back." She's doing really well, however, and has received a number of very nice "Thank God you're back" comments, which are always an ego boost.
We've established a solid daycare routine. I'm in charge of the boy in the morning (getting him fed, changed, and over to daycare) while M-J heads into work early. Come 3:45 in the afternoon, she's out the door and on her way to the train. As the one who gets to pick up Mr. K, Overboard has a solid few hours with him at the end of the day. Me? I try to leave work as early as I can in order to get anywhere from a half hour to an hour and a half with the boy before it's time for him to go to sleep. When that time comes, I also handle the bedtime duties.
Kenny and I have a musical bedtime routine, where after I put him down, I start in with the evening's concert. I usually stick to the "classics" from Sinatra and the rest of the Rat Pack, but I also like to throw in some Beatles and a rousing (yet soothing) rendition of "Take Me Out To The Ball Game." On occasion, I borrow from AJ's playbook and sing "O Canada." AJ started singing this to Ava when she was a baby because, as he explained, "I knew the words and every time they sing that something good happens right after...like hockey." Most nights, I like to end the performance with John Lennon's "Beautiful Boy."
On a good night, the concert is quite brief, but sometimes I plumb the depths of my songbook in an effort to get him to drift off to sleep. The other night, after it took some time for him to start sawing toothpicks, I danced my way out of the room singing, "Goodnight Sweetheart, well it's time to go...ba dump bump bump bump..."
I'm curious to see if, later in life, he falls asleep whenever Ol' Blue Eyes comes on the radio.
Kenny has the better end of the deal. Although he doesn't get paid, he's having fun playing during the day and watching all of the "big kids." Apparently, he's fascinated by the other kids and loves watching anything and everything they do. What's cool is that the daycare has this table where there are a number of built in seats in the middle of the table. This way, Kenny sits in the middle of the table and the other kids sit on the outside. He gets to be part of the action, and gnaws away at either his knuckles or a stuffed animal while the other kids paint, play, etc.
As for Overboard, there was no real easing into work. The day she returned the powers that be dumped a TON of work on her desk as a "welcome back." She's doing really well, however, and has received a number of very nice "Thank God you're back" comments, which are always an ego boost.
We've established a solid daycare routine. I'm in charge of the boy in the morning (getting him fed, changed, and over to daycare) while M-J heads into work early. Come 3:45 in the afternoon, she's out the door and on her way to the train. As the one who gets to pick up Mr. K, Overboard has a solid few hours with him at the end of the day. Me? I try to leave work as early as I can in order to get anywhere from a half hour to an hour and a half with the boy before it's time for him to go to sleep. When that time comes, I also handle the bedtime duties.
Kenny and I have a musical bedtime routine, where after I put him down, I start in with the evening's concert. I usually stick to the "classics" from Sinatra and the rest of the Rat Pack, but I also like to throw in some Beatles and a rousing (yet soothing) rendition of "Take Me Out To The Ball Game." On occasion, I borrow from AJ's playbook and sing "O Canada." AJ started singing this to Ava when she was a baby because, as he explained, "I knew the words and every time they sing that something good happens right after...like hockey." Most nights, I like to end the performance with John Lennon's "Beautiful Boy."
On a good night, the concert is quite brief, but sometimes I plumb the depths of my songbook in an effort to get him to drift off to sleep. The other night, after it took some time for him to start sawing toothpicks, I danced my way out of the room singing, "Goodnight Sweetheart, well it's time to go...ba dump bump bump bump..."
I'm curious to see if, later in life, he falls asleep whenever Ol' Blue Eyes comes on the radio.
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