Z is a livewire and we love her for it, but as soon as we felt comfortable sending her to daycare she was enrolled immediately and she has loved it from day 1.
On the weekends Z stays with her grandparents (A's parents one night, my mother the next night) as it fosters the sort of close relationship I had with my grandparents and cherished. Sometimes she needs a break from us. To run around 2 big houses and do as she pleases. And we definitely need the break from her. Plus it gives us a chance to miss one another. Though sometimes we can't resist and we gatecrash her time with her grandparents and spend night because her antics amuse us so much we kind of don't want to miss out.
On days where she isn't at daycare A has her enrolled in morning sports activities. Like him she is very physical, very active, and we were told from an early age this needs to be channelled into something sporty so off she goes twice a week for 3 hours at a time. Unfortunately she loves it so much she sometimes doesn't want to leave.
Every day is the same with Z. She wakes up at some ungodly hour. Today it was 4:30AM, she insists on her set routine of breakfast in the high chair watching Dora the Explorer, then after about an hour she starts to roam around our tiny apartment while I battle to get her out of her pj's and into her day clothes. A struggle always ensues. After going through all her board books, playing with her blocks and Duplo she decides she's bored and climbs on all the furniture and if we've accidentally left a chair out she'll attempt some risky move like climbing onto the kitchen bench or try to climb up her bookcase.
By then I'm fed up. Bag packed? Yep. Car keys? Yep. Wallet, phone? Yes, yes. See ya!! And A takes her off to Daycare. Sometimes she happily trots off even, worryingly, putting herself in the lift, sometimes she chucks a tanty and throws herself on the hallway floor much to our embarrassment.
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