In anticipation of Sophia’s first day of daycare not-a-nanny got Kurt and I a gift yesterday.
It was a digital picture frame. 
Thank you!
And in case you were wondering, Sophia is wearing the washcloth because Kurt and I spent the day with her in the sun and apparently, she is her father’s daughter. She can’t take the heat. When we got home, Sophia took a nap and was very fussy afterwards. I fed her and she kept fussing as she nursed. Then she threw a fit. I stood up with her and she instantly stopped crying…odd child. For some reason I felt like a bath would help, but didn’t want to give her a second bath that day (she had a nasty blowout that morning), so I wet a washcloth and gave her a sponge bath. She liked sucking the water out of the washcloth too and as you can see in the photos, it makes quite the fashion statement.
Kurt and I both went to drop Sophia off at daycare this morning. I unloaded all of the stuff we had to drop off – diapers, wipes, bottles, extra clothes, sun screen, hat, jacket, frozen breast milk, cereal, jar food… I think that’s all. And Kurt handed Sophia over to the morning person. Sophia’s face slowly shifted from normal pasty white to red and her mouth contorted into a boo-boo lip. She didn’t cry. But she sure as hell wasn’t happy. Kurt and I both kissed Sophia on the head and the morning person (I forgot her name) took Sophia to the back door and opened it to distract Sophia with the sounds of the birds outside. Sophia was onto it though. She turned her head to see us leaving her there and she cried. 
Kurt told the lady at the front desk that it felt like we’re leaving her at the pound. Kurt visited our pound puppy at lunch.
I called the daycare at about 10:30 and the lady told me that Sophia was fine, but that she was worried she might be hungry. Sophia wasn’t taking the sippy cup. I told her that I could hear Sophia in the background. “Oh that’s not her, that’s *name of other child*” Bullshit! I know my baby’s cry. You can’t fool me.
I knew Sophia would cry when we left, and despite what anyone else says I don’t think it made much difference that the not-a-nanny took Sophia to the daycare to visit a couple hours everyday last week (except Thursday). There is a huge difference between just visiting and being abandoned by mom and dad. I moped around work all day.
Sophia didn’t visit the daycare on Thursday because during her daily lunch visit with me she threw up in her car seat. Her whole lunch came out her mouth AND NOSE! It looked cool. I wish I had a picture, and I only say that now that I’m sure she wasn’t sick. I think she just ate too much too fast. Little pig.