Sawyer's bags are packed! And yes, that is a bag with his name stitched into it...and to be honest, both bags have his name stitched on them.
Sawyer's first day of daycare was today. We packed up his bags last night since we knew the morning would be a shit storm. I noticed two spoons on top of one of his bags and just had to ask him why he needed such large spoons, especially since his only food intake at daycare will be formula from a bottle (for now...next week we'll order him a pizza from Azzurros). He insisted that they were necessary for digging a tunnel to escape from daycare. Apparently he wanted to pack the pickaxe, but since we broke it last year digging up roots that extended to China from the smallest bush in NorCal, obviously he could not take that. I'm sure some dumpster diver is using the head of our old pickaxe as a door stopper, a paperweight or a toothpick.
At 6:32AM, Dana's sister, Laura, sent a text wishing Sawyer good luck on his first day--very thoughtful. And since I started work before the sun even knew it was the next day, Dana dropped him off at daycare around 7:30AM. At 7:56AM, my mother-in-law, Susan, asked how it went when Dana dropped him off. (You should know that if any Sabin is up before 9AM and they do not have to be at work, then something is truly troubling them enough to wake them up...and that is MAJOR.) Dana sent a pic as proof that she got him there, and that calmed everyone down for as long as it took me to drink a mug of coffee.
At 9:54AM we got a text from the Director with a picture of him lying happily in a crib DURING DAYLIGHT HOURS. That can't be. He must have been drugged, because our son hates his crib at home except for when he is sleeping at night. "Sun's up I'm up!" he always says. This daycare has some trickery I tell you.
Holy hell...he lost part of his arm!
Anywho...I really wanted to attach a GoPro camera to his onesie so I could see everything that went on in his room, and to make sure he is doing okay, but Dana said no. She never seems to appreciate the geniusness behind my ideas...and something else about how we have to save money for daycare.
At 3:00PM I located our son amongst the other bald ones and I packed him up. (Thank goodness the teachers in his room have hair, or I might have picked one of them up!) The Director walked us out, and we were feeling well taken care of. She asked Sawyer if he had a good time, and he decided to inform her that he loved it, and had started a gang. She...sorta laughed, but little does she know that when we arrived home and I changed him, I found a shank under his onesie.
Once I got him into the car I took a picture as proof that he was still alive. Whew!
