I don't know much about daycare. I've heard really bad things before [thanks Local Eye-In-The-Skywitness News], and I've heard good things before. But nothing I've heard has done justice to how nice everyone is who I've encountered at Tobin's daycare. The workers there are always friendly and seem genuinely excited about seeing me pick T. up. We chat for a while every afternoon, and they brag about his day in a way that has really made it feel like leaving him for the morning with family and friends.
I definitely have the better end of the daycare responsibility when Allison is working. She drops T. off in the morning, so she has to leave him. I get to scoop him up and take him home to play and take Hannah on a walk after I get done with school. Allison mentioned that Tobin had taken the transition to Allison working again the best of the three of us. I'll second that -- he is happy and healthy and wonderful. We think he's near 17 pounds now, but what's more fun than his growth is his level of alterness. He often seems to be on the verge of saying something. He tracks people and Hannah and laughs at himself in the mirror.
I continue to be thankful for the blessing he is and has been. And I've added to my list of thanks the people that he spends part of his day with Monday through Friday.