Daycare...Greenwich Style

This past October I went back to work and Timothy began attending a dreaded daycare center posh little children's day school four days a week; it's a wonderful environment where he is exposed to countless germs unlimited learning opportunities. Between meals and naps his caregivers teachers stimulate him with daily walks, stories, song, tummy-time and cool finger painting activities. And just like a "real school," there are lots of little extras such as a photographer who comes in to take the parents money professional photos of the children. Oh and let's not forget the "class mother" who is thankfully not me responsible for remembering the teacher's birthdays and collecting money for their gifts.

Pertinacious? Perhaps.
But so what. Timothy's happy. I'm happy. And that's all that matters.