
Anyone who knows me in real life knows that I love an organizing challenge, so getting our supplies ready for daycare felt unreasonably satisfying to me. I have a little checklist of all the things she needs to have in her bag: bibs, bottles, crib sheet, diapers and more. Seeing her little cubby with "Ella" on it was also pretty joyous. Look at us, we're raising a real person with a real cubby!

Sidenote: I'm quite sure our Spanish-speaking daycare providers initially thought the crazy white lesbian mommies named their child "she." They pronounced her name the Spanish way until someone must have corrected them! I hope they don't think we're nuts.

The only downside to daycare, as far as I can tell, is the germs. Ella and I both endured a stomach bug
her second week at daycare, and both mommies and baby all had a cold last week. Par for the course, I suppose.
Some parents have a really hard time leaving their kids at daycare, and we totally understand that. But handing Ella over to these wonderful ladies and seeing her face light up lets me know that she's totally fine. And at the end of the day when she smells like the daycare provider's perfume, I
know she's better than totally fine. She's being held close and well cared for. Is it hard to be without Ella all day? Sometimes. Does it make us feel more grateful for the time we do get to spend with her? Always.