Thursday, November 02, 2006

A Day In the Life

Running a home daycare is fun, and busy, on good days. Here are
a few of the things we made time for today.
A good old-fashioned
plastic picnic.







The thrills and spills car crash-up video. (Free at the thrift shop- would have known it could be fodder for hours of boy pretend?)



A little time for oral refreshment, and some fresh air.
MOM!!! I gotta go PEEEE!!


Play Dough!! Everyone's favourite.






Must. Clean. Up. One. More. Time. (Until the next "one more time"......)


Dinner for Joyce: Cappucino ice-cream with skor bits topping.


Ahhhh, that makes it all worth while!




So, what do you like/dislike about the care YOUR children receive?

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

It's 7am now and we've been up since 5:30 with the little one. This time change is kicking our asses. It's better than 4:30 though (hello Monday, I still hate you).
You can imagine the quality of care my beautiful children might receive today. Can I bring them to your house? If not, can I medicate them so they'll nap?
I didn't answer your question yet but I'm going to go make more coffee now.
-Heather

joyce said...

Heather-- don't hold back!! Time change was developed by a man whose children were raised by his wife, while the man dreamed up the idea of time change sitting behind a desk in a leather office somewhere.
4:30? That's just wrong. Even factoring in time change, its just wrong. I'm sorry, I feel your pain. I remember when firstborn used to wake up before tv was even on. It was just her, and me, and those brightly coloured lines on the screen that subliminally say "What the f*** are you doing up at this hour? ONLY severly mentally ill people want to watch tv at this hour!"
Of course you can come over.

Roo said...

JOYCE
you eat ice cream for dinner too!??! awesome.
brian was just "scolding" me as the 2L scor icecream box he bought yesturday is gone. ;)

forget about diamonds - it's ice cream and coffee that are THIS GIRLS best friend.

Anonymous said...

Thanks Joyce, you made me feel much better. You and the coffee, that is! You made me laugh outloud.
Faith is having a firstborn who "behaves" like that and then having 3 more. God Bless You!
Yikes!
-H

Anonymous said...

I always feel better about sweeping up if it is 'happy trash'.

I get all excited in my job as church custodian when the dust pan comes up full of brightly colored bits and pieces.

Ahhh...nothin' says 'happy home' like colorful trash!

Anonymous said...

Well-I am my own childcare and I definitely leave something to be desired. My oldest tests me in every way - and so I find it easier to adore my charming youngest and then I feel guilty...

Anonymous said...

I used to love that our sitter exposed my children to her dogs-my oldest is so good with pets now, all because of how the sitter helped explain how to behave around animals. We don't currently have any pets, so it was hard to reinforce.

andrea said...

Is that a waterless sink beside the plastic food? And how dare you wave that table in front of my nose again!

What I wouldn't have given for my kids to go to your daycare. I was so heartily sick of the politically correct pedantry that I had to swallow daily for three years that it made me want to go home, put on the most violent cartoons and give the kids ice cream for dinner, just to get the taste out of my mouth.

joyce said...

God bless you Andrea! My sister laughed loudly, jaw on floor, when she came downstairs to see my newly tidied (but still undeniably ugly) basement. She noted a large green bin with a duct tape label: "Fighting Toys". It had all the boy favourites: shields,boxing gloves, helmets, g-u-n-s (I have to say that one quietly, cuz they are only in the house because I gave up when the boys started biting their morning toast into gun shapes, then spent their allowances at the dollar store on plastic guns... sigh...)

I suppose a bin labelled "fighting toys" puts a whole new spin on politically incorrect, doesn't it?! I've had only one mom come here, and never call me back after. I didn't want her snotty little perfect kid anyway.

Anonymous said...

If I were to need daycare now, I'd call on you. No question. Anyone with your honesty and sense of humour has got to be great.

joyce said...

:) thanks, all.

Romeo Morningwood said...

I can't comment with any objectivity about the
'extrordinary' care that Sir Ridley has received during his formative years HA!...
my goals were simple..
once he hit school he should be able to:
outnerd the nerds at their own nerdiness but not appear to nerdy,
beat the daylights out of bullys and take their lunch money,
charm his way out of trouble and make it look impossible to prosecute,
explain shark biology, History or the theory of everything to his teachers,
and have all of the girls in his class 'onside'...

so far he can count to 12 and I still have to zip up his jacket and put on his boots..

hopefully our NEW afternoon poker games will increase his math skills and help get him through university with a little extra dough in his jeans.