found new daycare

We finally figured out a daycare for Eve. There is a woman up the street (yes, literally) who runs a daycare out of her house. Eve is going to start on Monday (for just 2 hours) and we will slowly work up to a full day. Once school starts, she will only be in daycare for an hour or two after school. We'll be paying for full time day care so that days when there is no school (snow days or vacation), she will have a spot and can go to daycare all day. We could do the half-day program at school, but we have opted for full day because she will actually be learning things and this will provide more opportunity for PT/OT/Speech therapy. I think the therapists will pull her from class to go to a therapy room. What are you going to do, right? We'll see how it all goes. Of course I am nervous about starting a new daycare, but that's to be expected. When we went to visit on Wednesday, Eve cried when we left. I think she just loved being around the kids. I'm just nervous that it will take some time for the daycare provider to learn her (minimal) communication.

I just wanted to write some other things to document them. Yesterday and today, Eve's tube site was goopy. Hasn't been like that in a long long time. Will keep an eye on it. Also, worried about possible cognitive slip. Hate to even think it. But, lately, at meals she has asked for something (eg, milk) and then refused it when you offer it, and then cried for the milk again, then refused it. Sometimes I wonder if she doesn't recognize that I am offering what she asked for. It's almost as if she thinks I am holding out a fork with pasta instead. I am frequently finding myself telling her, "These are your options: milk, pasta, broccoli. Which do you want?" and then I offer them one at a time until she laughs to indicate yes. It's hard not to be frustrated.

I was proud of her yesterday. We had to go to the town clerk to register Josie. I was nervous that Eve would freak out and think it was a Dr office. So I prepped her and talked all about how we needed to register Josie, blah blah. Then I asked her if she wanted to bring a picture of Josie to show the office people. Well, she clutched that photo the whole way there. She was great in the office and never got scared. The funny thing was that they had a bulletin board with tons of dog pictures on it. The lady asked if Eve wanted to put Josie's picture up and Eve said yes (but I don't think she realized it meant we would leave it there). Anyhow, no tears and a successful errand. Maybe I just need to bring another picture of Josie where ever we go.