I’m Not a Slacker

I was reading this article about the largest study ever done of child care and development and the study came to the conclusion that;

“The more time that children spent in child care, the more likely their sixth-grade teachers were to report problem behavior.
Also, children who got good quality child care before entering kindergarten had better vocabulary scores in the fifth grade than did youngsters who received lower quality care.”

It does say that the differences were so slight that it would be impossible to walk into a room and pick out which was which.
I though it was a pretty interesting study until I read this part.

“In the study, child care was defined as care by anyone other than the child’s mother who was regularly scheduled for at least 10 hours per week.”

Well, what do you know, Gavin is in daycare after all!

I guess it’s time to break this out again

Gavin and I were in line at the grocery store today when a nice, very elderly Italian nun comes up to Gavin and points at his sunglasses.
She softly says (I’m trying to write it like it sounded) “Yousa gotsa foura-eyes and Isa havsa foursa-eyes” pointing to his glasses and then her glasses. Gavin laughs and says Hi. She repeats what she said before about the glasses and walks away.
Gavin laughs and waves as she leaves then leans over to me and whispers, “What was that lady talking about?”

Spring is here and the windows are open! It’s so nice to have fresh air and a warm breeze blowing through the house. The only problem is that I forget how noisy the outside can be, especially when you live 5 miles from the airport and the neighbor across the street from my window is taking over an HOUR to trim and blow his 10 foot by 30 foot front yard. Well, since he does own a landscaping company I’ll let him play with his toys. Great! Now an ice cream truck is driving by, I have no idea how Gavin is sleeping through this.

Here is the conversation that occurred in the car today between my almost 3 year old and myself.

Daddy, why can’t I see any street lights?

You have to look, they are up on those poles.

Not those Daddy. The lights on the street, the red and green lights.

Christmas is over, you won’t be able to see any more of those until next Christmas.

NO! NO! NO! DADDY! (he’s very frustrated that I can’t understand what he’s talking about)
TRAFFIC LIGHTS! The red green and yellow lights that tell you when you can stop and go.

This street isn’t busy enough to need those.

Oh, OK.