It seems that everyone survived Michael's first day at the new Daycare center. I checked on him mid-day and they reported that he was doing well. He started talking about it as soon as I walked in the door last night. As far I can tell, he had a good day. He was energetic when I got home, but he was also well behaved. He didn't try to lick me once all evening.
There were a few hitches. The first was that his pull-up leaked during nap time. Nap? What are naps? Michael claims that he slept during his nap, but I'm not sure if I believe him. He had no problem falling asleep at bedtime and he had a ton of trouble getting up this morning. That tells me that if there was any sleeping involved in his nap, it didn't last long.
The other problem was that I forgot to tell Andy that Michael had Larry, so they came home without her. Andy tried to call me so I could pick her up on the way home, but my phone didn't pick up the call. Poor Andy had to drive back to the center and pick Larry up.
On a similar, but different note, having Andy go back to get Larry was a big deal for me. I tend to always do that kind of stuff. I don't know why, I just do. And that's part of my stress problem. So, when I found out that a Larry rescue mission was in order, my immediate reaction was to turn right around, get back in my car, and get Larry. Andy asked if I wanted him to pick up Larry. I paused for a moment, but decided to accept the offer.
I guess it was a big day for all of us.