Back in October of last year, we put Abigail in daycare. The only thing that kept my anxiety level below lethal was that this person was highly, and personally, recommended. Abigail was Liliya's first baby in her brand-new daycare, which also helped. Between October and November, she added two more kids: one about two months younger than she and one about six months older. Thus it has been. Until Monday, that is.
On Monday, three rambunctious boys joined Liliya's daycare. The reaction from the existing daycare kids has been quite interesting. Abigail loves it. She loves the noise, the added action, the company. She's in her element, and it really shows. Donovan, the younger one, is just about where Abigail is, but not as excitedly. Max, the older one, is a totally different story.
Max is now nearly two years old, and had been the biggest and oldest until now, which does make a difference even if he's not the favorite (that would be Abigail, for obvious reasons). He had actually started bullying Abigail, something that made me even more excited about these new kids. If they hadn't been about to start, we might have had to start our daycare search all over again. Thankfully it didn't come to that, the kids are here, and things have changed: Max is not the biggest and baddest, and he doesn't have the freedom he did when it was just the three of them. He hates it. He's jealous. He's miserable. But he doesn't pick on Abigail anymore!
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