Coopers Last Day At Daycare

Cheryl and Cooper

Hanna and Cooper

About three weeks after Sullivan was born, Cooper had his last day at daycare (Yes, that was almost two weeks ago...sue me, we hadn't gotten this blog up yet). Feels like it was yesterday.

For me, it was slightly emotional. Not boo-hoo emotional, but more like "it's graduation time" emotional. A feeling that something is going to end. Something that has been a part of our lives for some time (in this case, about a year). Cooper developed friendships with all the boys that Cheryl watched, and especially with the other toddler, Hanna. She would cry every day he came to daycare, upset that there was another baby there to take away her attention. It wasn't until the last month that I took Coop to daycare that she stopped crying, and instead would come over to Coop to say "hi", and then to me to say "hi". I believe it was Hanna that taught Cooper how to climb stairs, and it was Cooper that taught her how to walk.

With Cheryl, we got a daycare provider that was a perfect fit for Cooper. When we first met her, we immediately could tell she was a disciplinarian, but in the right way. We walked out of our first meeting with her so long ago saying she was the right person. She did right by us and Cooper 99% of the time (there was a graham cracker incident that caused Abbie to be livid). She gave me a great outside opinion on how to handle Cooper and many of the trials and tribulations we faced and were going to face with Cooper (and now Sully). And of course, she introduced us to Freedom Rocks. I spent a lot of extra time talking with her about FR when I would drop Cooper off.

We're happy to have Cooper and Sully at home with Abbie, but it was nice to have Cheryl there.