First Days and Cuddlebugs

Yesterday Tate started at his first Parent’s Day Out program. Both of us couldn’t be more excited. After two and half years in full time daycare, having him in a small, close knit class, two days a weeks seems like the right mix for both of us. I get two days completely kid-free and able to work without sneaking in frantic emails during nap time and multiple viewings of Thomas the Train, and Tate gets some socialization and fun with kids his own age. Near the end of this summer, Tate really started to get antsy, and it was affecting all of us. But today, after his first day (where he ran into the class happy in the morning and then didn’t want to leave at the end) he was a total gem. Polite, sweet to his sister, cuddly…where did my toddler tantrum king go?! I mean, not that I miss that particular part, but still, only one day and he seemed like a different kid.

I know it’s probably not permanent, as nothing ever is during these mixed-up toddler years, but man oh man, I’m going to enjoy it while it lasts.