Babies Rock!

It’s true I have 7 children.

It is also true that I do daycare in my home.

It may, or may not be true that I have completely lost my mind.

Two weeks ago, I was baby free. Baby meaning anyone under two, according to our Great State’s licensing laws (GSLL)

Today, Blair just asked me if we were going to be over in our baby count, which, according to the GSLL means 4 babies.

How did this happen? Here’s how. People call me and say, “I need a daycare! I’m having a childcare emergency! I’ve been to 17 daycares in the last 3 weeks!” (This really happened by the way, and left me thinking, what is WRONG with this mom/baby? I’ll find out later today, I guess,when she comes to interview.)

So, they come over with their sad story and their cute baby, and their m-o-n-e-y and I enroll  them without a backward glance. I have, at this very moment, 2 little faces staring at me as I type. One of them belongs to a 12 week old and the other to a 15 month old.

The baby gang have graduated to Toddler Terror Trio. Toilet Flushing, Wall Writing, ‘No’ Yelling, Food Throwing, Friend Whacking, Toy Throwing, Nap Resisting, Cutie Pies.

There’s a new gang in town. There are 4 of them, and they don’t take prisoners. You hand over your heart and a bottle, they hand you their spit up and their mushy bananas.

I love babies. And daycare is like this: Babies come to your house fully supplied, bathed, in cute clothes. Then, as you are about to lose your mind, their parents show up and take them home! You get to eat dinner! You get to sleep ALL night! You get to shower in the morning, and do your hair!

And at the end of the week, you get a check.

That might be my favorite part. That and the cuddling. Babies Rock!:)