First Day to a home day care

Officially, today is the first day we brought Tristan to Kris' place.

We woke up around 5:30AM. Packed things ready including diapers, wipes, milk, formula, pacifier, his little green bowls for rice cereals, his blue Fedex square that could make sounds from Nana Jerri, extra clothes in case he mess up.
Tristan was with Josh in the car, I was following behind. Any noise would makes me think Tristan is crying for help.

Kris is a very nice lady. Tristan smiled at her when I was trying to kinda introduce her to him. Then she took him and we were chatting. I was trying to tell Kris all the not so good habits we had established for him. He was never on schedule. My mother feed him constantly. Whenever he cries we would pick him up. We feed him too much rice cereals already just because he likes it. Suddenly I saw his mouth curling downwards and about to cry. I took him over just to hold him a little bit longer. When I had to leave at the door, he just stared at me, confused. I felt so bad like I just abandoned him to a strange place. When I was in the car my tears just fall down. Poor baby!!

On the way to work, suddenly I was thinking of my Mom. On the 4th day of August, 1998, she was watching me off at the airport, stepping on a airplane for the first time in my life, to a totally different country. I was thrilled, too excited to even look back. A few weeks later, I got the letter from my sister. Mom cried hard. I was too busy at school work to even think much about it. Today, I understand exactly how my Mom felt that day. I don't remember where I saw it. It says when you have a child, it feels like your heart is walking outside. So my mother has four hearts walking outside. Imagine that!

I called three times today to make sure he is fine. I am glad he did good after Kris reassured me that he was having a good time. He loved watching another 2 year old Noah. He turned over a couple of times and surprised Kris. I am glad we made it.