I'm not wanted. For 5 hours a day, 3 days a week.

I started daycare this week. My mom drops me off on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays, then takes off to go to work. I miss her when she leaves so I cried a lot. Luckily I'm left with a very, very patient person. Kathy is really nice. She holds me all the time (cause I won't let her put me down,) and doesn't get frustrated with me when I cry myself hoarse. There are good things there too, though. I like being licked by her new dog Pony, and the kids are really nice and like to play with me sometimes. Right away on the first day, someone fingerpainted with me... or rather on me. My dad picks me up a few hours later and takes care of me until bedtime. My mom comes home right before then and tucks me in. This is going to be quite an adjustment.

P.S. I love the car. The car is the best thing ever. I fall asleep during every car ride and never ever cry. Not even a little.