Well. Over the summer, I:
1. had my first real job outside of my parents' law firm, at a preschool, with the 2-year-olds.
2. changed my first diaper...and several after that (thankfully none with brown stuff...I left that to the adults)
3. fell in love with 14 two-year-olds...some more than others
4. rekindled a love for animal crackers and Gummi Bears...to the expense of my belly and thighs
5. relearned that all you need to have a really great time is your lungs...and sometimes somebody else's hands
6. saw a two-year-old wearing a Burburry bathing suit, and another one in Air Jordans (they're twins...and their parents own Sandals...yeah...those resorts)
7. had a kid come running into my arms sobbing...on more than one occassion
8. had a kid suck her thumb in my lap as she burried her head in my chest and cried
9. learned that there is nothing that hugs and a popsicle can't cure
10. handled my first medical emergency...sort of...that I dealt with all by myself. See, Jonathan had fallen off the slide, and busted his lip open. He starts howling, and I sprint over to the other side of the playground to see blood gushing from his mouth. After several paper towels, a popsicle, and a lot of snuggling, he was fine.
11. layed down on the floor only to be covered in, sat on, and layed upon, by about six two-year-olds all clamoring to play.
12. learned that one of my kids spent a weekend asking her mother repeatedly to go to "Emily camp".
13. observed two-year-old girls in bikinis, their little tummies poking out, their soaking diapers about to explode, flopping repeatedly into a plastic pool, crowing with delight, and realized, that this is humanity at its purest, most innocent, most unselfconscious, beautiful sweetness.
14. got such overwhelming waves of warm fuzzy feeling that I almost just cried.
15. decided that this would be one of the greatest jobs in the universe.
Wow. Pretty soppy, eh? But pretty great.
Oh yeah, one more: watched Josh do his happy dance (bend knees up and down, stomp feet, shake arms, open and close fists, and crow/jabble) as he holds a bag that his mother handed to him to give to me. He was very pleased with himself for giving it to me. It was my last-day present from them. A makeup case filled with Hershey's kisses. I like the filling better than the outside.
Interesting, though.
Allison works the 3's for 2 weeks, and gets a $10 certificate from her counselors. I work the 2's for 6 weeks, and get nothing from my conselors. I got that from Josh and Co cos I had mentioned that it was going to be my last day. But I'm not complaining. I LOVED working with my babies. I swear I'll incorporate them into every speech topic in S&D...
One more Josh memory. Sometimes he needs help eating lunch, because he is a lot slower developed than the others, though just as sweet.
He asks "Baba?" (Baba is his term for bottle. He is the only one who still uses them, because is is so much slower developed)
I tell him no, eat your cheese first.
So he tries again, thinking I don't get it.
"Bottle?"
I tell him no Josh, eat some berries.
He must be thinking
Man, this girl is stupid as anything. So he tries once more. This is his piece de renessaince, a word that he learned to use only two days before...
"Milk?"
It was just SO FUNNY. You had to know him to have the full effect... But these kids all had defined pesonalities and favorite counselors. I am proud to say that I was Sophia's, Maia's, Josh's, Sarah's, and Jonathan's favorite.
OK, this is getting long, I wanna do some homework (THANKS MRS RIOS AND MRS ROBLEDO) and go to BED!