Elizabeth spent her first official full day at daycare yesterday. The teacher went on and on about how wonderful and good and helpful she was. I say "first official" day because Tara took her to a free trial day last week. Daycare is probably a lot like the orphanage, which is why she flourishes there. It's what she's used to. I can't wait until she's that wonderful at home.
Let me rephrase that. She IS wonderful at home MOST of the time. Too often with us, though, she's such a demanding crybaby that I spend way too much time mad at her. Whatever happened to that sweet quiet girl we knew at the orphanage? I guess she "played" us. She can be awfully manipulative. But she can also be sweet and cute and wonderful. The bad stuff will get better every day, I'm sure.
I'm having to be Mr. Mom lately because Tara's got the flu or something. I told a few women at work, I don't really enjoy being Mr. Mom. I'm perfectly happy to let Tara do all of that. She enjoys it a LOT more than I do, it just comes more naturally for her, and she's just better at it.