I’m not really fond of my stroller. If I’m riding while facing forward, I get lonely and start fussing. I prefer to see Mommy or Daddy while in my stroller. Sometimes it is really sunny but if the shade is pulled down then I can’t see Mommy or Daddy so I get fussy. When I get fussy I move around a lot and make a half-baked effort to escape. So sometimes I get part of me out of the stroller as you can see in the pictures above. Keep in mind, this is not a real escape attempt. I am just trying to get comfortable.
Daddy was setting up duck dominoes and I did what you are supposed to do with dominoes, I knocked them all down. I did a very thorough job.
I also showed Daddy that there were other ways to play with duck dominoes besides lining them up and knocking them down. I think I like my way of playing with them more than Daddy’s way.
My memory is too good for my own good. I started to cry in the elevator on the way up to nursery school. I recognized it and knew that I would be taken away from Daddy. Sure enough, I was handed off to my teacher and cried a lot. Everyone was hoping that this would get easier but it hasn’t. Let’s hope it is just one of those things that gets harder before it gets easier.
Once I got to school I made an effort to let everyone know that I wasn’t happy. I cried and cried and cried. And then it was lunch time. My first lunch at school. I stopped crying instantly. I ate all my food, which impressed all the teachers. Many students, especial new students, don’t eat everything. The food was really good and I also got some formula after too. Hmmm, I think I might have judged this place too soon.
After eating I played with toys a bit, but then I turned to my teachers and showed them that I was sleepy and I wanted to be carried. They obliged me.
Then Daddy came to pick me up. Today I stayed at school for three hours and we are planning to extend that tomorrow to 14:30 so that I have a chance to take a nap there too. That sounds like a good plan because I had just fallen asleep when Daddy picked me up today.
As usual, Daddy asked me how my day was. We were sitting on a bench in the lobby of the building so that Daddy could get his baby carrier on. During that time I told him all about my day. If you think it sounds like I am complaining a lot then you are not mistaken.
I was only there in the morning, but school just tired me out. I fell asleep on the way home again today.
The more I explore, the more goodies I find. Look, there is this whole big drawer of things for me to toss around. I’m sure this will make Mommy and Daddy so proud!
I spent the afternoon with Daddy. He took today off because we weren’t sure how long my day at school would be so we were ready for him to pick me up at any time. It ended up that I only spent the usual two hours at school today and then had a nice long afternoon with Daddy. It went by surprisingly quickly and before we knew it, Mommy was home! I was so surprised to see her that I didn’t cry or anything. I just went to the entrance and saw her. What a pleasant surprise!
It is way too easy for me to open cabinets and drawers now. Especially since I know which ones can be opened and how hard I have to pull to open them. So far I haven’t touched anything inside, but it is just a matter of time. As you can see I do get my fingers pinch now and then, but I don’t really mind. I’m too focused on opening and closing to notice any kind of minor pain.
I love my chair because that usually means I’m going to get fed. So to speed things up to get food into my mouth I figured that I should try to learn how to buckle myself into my chair. I understand the general concept and know that the side parts go into the center part, but I can’t quite get it right. I think it will take a little more practice. I’ll keep at it.
I don’t want to gross anyone out, but I had a really difficult poo today. It was really hard to get it out. I was pushing and pushing for what seemed like forever. It took a lot of strength, a lot of time, and a lot of moral support from Daddy to get through this. The pushing and pain came in waves. I know it is nowhere near the pain and ordeal that labor is, but from the outside it almost seems like I’m in labor.
It is a long video, but I get through everything in the end and I find some relief. Whew!
After Daddy picked me up from school, he took me to the park for a picnic. It is very close to my nursery school and it seems like the school takes kids there on walks a lot. It was a good chance for the two of use to have a picnic together because starting tomorrow I’m going to be having lunch at school.
The weather was really nice and a ate up all my food. I was quite tired from my morning at school, so I didn’t crawl off to play. I just sat, ate, talked to Daddy, and took in the scenery.
I did not put up a fight when we went to school today, but I was not looking forward to it. When the elevator door opened and we got off, I recognized the outside of my school. I promptly started crying. I feel a little bad because once I started crying a bunch of other kids started crying too. Misery loves company. When we got into the school I stopped crying a bit, wondering if we were just visiting or maybe it was one of those parent days where Daddy would stay with me. It wasn’t. I was taken away again and cried again.
I did not do very well today and I was feeling clingy. Basically, one of the teachers had to be carrying me all the time. I cried more than before, but I was able to flash a smile from time to time. I did not feel like playing or socializing. To be honest, all I could do was count the minutes until Daddy picked me up from school.
Again after two hours, Daddy came to pick me up, just as I was dozing. I was happy to see him and again expressed it with tears. But by the time we were out of the building I had calmed down and was back to my old self.
Obachan came over again today to watch me while Daddy worked. I was surprised to see her and cried just a little bit when she came over, but I got over it quickly and we started playing right away!
I visited Daddy a lot throughout the day, but for the most part I played with Obachan. We played indoors, took walks outside, and overall just hung out. She even fed me my snack and dinner. That made her my very good friend! Thank you, Obachan!
We were outside when Mommy came home so I didn’t cry when I saw her. I just jumped into her arms. I have fun with Obachan, but nothing can compare to being held by my Mommy!
We were out shopping and we all needed a break and some sustenance so we stopped by a cafe for snacktime. I was quite hungry and thirsty, so I wolfed down all my snack very quickly. Luckily, Mommy and Daddy brought some backup snacks just in case my normal amount wasn’t enough.
I went to nursery school again today. I it wasn’t just a one time thing. Daddy started getting my things ready and we headed out. That was when I got suspicious. I had a feeling that this was not just a walk with Daddy. I was quite wary and had a tight grip on Daddy’s hand on the way to school.
The thing is, Mommy and Daddy did not spring this nursery school thing on me. They have been talking about it for a while and told me directly about the changes that would be occurring. I guess I didn’t really pay attention or this new life didn’t really sink in.
When we got there, I sensed that this was not going to go well for me so I clung to Daddy with all my might. He couldn’t even put me down to take a picture. When we got inside I realized where we were and what was going to happen so I started to cry. Luckily for Daddy, my teacher whisked me away very quickly so he didn’t have to watch or listen to me cry for any longer than necessary. It must be hard for him too.
Naturally, I cried a lot at school, but I was able to calm down enough to sit and play with some toys for a while. I even had a bit of fun during music time. I wasn’t very thrilled about school, but it was better to keep busy than feel sad.
Daddy came to pick me up after two hours and when I saw him I nearly jumped into his arms. I was so happy to see him that I started crying fiercely! Daddy was happy to see me too and told me that I did a good job of going to school and that I would eventually get used to it and probably even love it. I didn’t hear anything thing he said. I was just clinging to him and crying.
We did manage to get a picture of me in front of the welcome sign outside. I didn’t smile and was not happy, which pretty much sums up my nursery school experience so far.
I was so worn out from the experience that I fell asleep on the walk home.
I was snoring as well, but I guess Daddy didn’t capture it in the video.
School life sure is tiring. I’ve been told that I’m going to go to school again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day. Basically I’ll be going to school for the next 17 years. Wow! I guess I’d better get used to school as soon as possible. Ganbarimasu!
Even though it is Sunday, Daddy had to work. He changed his work days so he can be free to take care of me a couple of days this upcoming week as I get used to going to nursery school. I didn’t think it was right for him to have to work on a Sunday, so I kept visiting him to try and lure him away to play with me. I succeeded a lot! Daddy is always willing to take a few minutes off work to talk to me, carry me, and play with me. If possible he tries to do all of it at the same time.
Yeah, I’m just going through Mommy’s bag. I’m just checking to make sure that everything is there. It is Mommy’s bag, but it is full of stuff for me. Don’t worry, this bag search is completely legal.
