A childcare provider is expected to be a superhuman mix of the Madonna and Mary Poppins, ever patient, loving, kind, always delighting in the sweetness of her charges. I don't do such a bad job, all in all, and it's far more likely the parents than the children who strain my sanity most days. But I'm here to tell you: It Ain't ALL Mary Poppins...
I'm that paradoxical thing, a pragmatic optimist. I take genuine pleasure in my days, and almost always see the glass as half full, but whereas an optimist might have idyllic notions of childhood and children, a pragmatic optimist sees them, warts and all, is unshocked by the warts and simply cheerfully gets on with the job of a little wart-removal.
Nigel: born late 2004. Wide blue eyes and a cheeky grin. Full time. Timmy: born fall, 2005. Very active, very curious. Blue eyes, lots of smiles. Full time. Anna: born fall, 2005. Chubby cheeks and big blue eyes and just a hint of light brown hair. Full time. Emily: born fall, 2005. Details will follow. Full time. Malli: born fall, 2004. Blond, blond curls, huge brown eyes, sunny smile and will of iron. Part time.
We've returned from our outing, and while the big boys play on the "mountain" that is my front yard, poor wee Nigel has fallen sound asleep! Look at that baby, collapsed on the toboggan!
Oh, wait. No, he's awake! Guess the cold toboggan on those chubby cheeks woke him.
Hold on, now. He's asleep again.
No, he's awake!
Awake... What's up with the boy?
A close look solves the mystery of the bobbing baby boy:
Bar codes.... Yummmmm.... Gotta get me some paper now...