The constant hassling about my growing need to write a new blog has paid off...I guess. I mean, I'm going to write, but I dont have anything specific to entertain anyone with. I thought about writing about my spring break trip, but I found that I couldn't do the trip justice through my writing. Then, after I found out that a family friend, and my old babysitter, had been in a wreck and was paralyzed from the waist down, I started to write a blog about her. But, again, my writing didn't do her justice. But, I will ask for you to keep her and her family in your thoughts and prayers. She is an amazing person and I am lucky to know her. I even started to write another blog about losing touch with people. Why it is that you know how sad or regretful you would be if something were to happen to someone you care about, yet you go months, or years even, without even speaking a word. You're too busy, you'll "do it tomorrow," or maybe there are hard feelings involved. Either way, I want to know why you let people leave your life so easily, but if something happened to their life it would be so hard for you. Anyway, that blog went on and on and was a little more personal than I care to post. So, I'm left to write about how I have nothing to write about. So, here are some incoherent thoughts that crossed my mind this time:

I could write about my adventures at the daycare since I'm there 4 days a week. I could talk about how i heard a 3 year old tell another 3 year old, "you are a bad person." Even at the age of 3, that comment stings. The girl cried for an hour. I told her what I swore I would never tell a child (as it never makes them feel better), "well, why do you want to be friends with her if she's going to be ugly?" I knew the answer: because. I couldn't even believe I asked it, ugh. What's next? Am I going to tell my kids "because I'm the mom and I said so"?

In other daycare -related news, I have learned:
Curious George's "the man with the yellow hat" has a name, it's Ted, and there is no better way to piss off a 4 year old than to refer to him as "the man with the yellow hat" (even though that's the way the story reads). I wish they could appreciate how hard it is to train the eye to recognize any text reading "the man with the yellow hat" as "Ted." I'm getting better though.

Also, did you know that "Ted" stole George? I didn't know that. I just pretended that he found him wandering around one day and rescued him. No, it was on a trip and he found George in a jungle. He tricked him by putting a banana in a bag and then, as George was going to grab it, the man scooped him up. It even talks about how sad George was, and even though the story adds that "although George was sad to leave, he was a little curious," my idea of "Ted" is forever changed.

And, while I"m sure it wont be surprising to hear that 4 and 5 year olds love play dough, it is interesting to note that the daycare has to make it home made because about 50 % of the class likes to eat it. 4 and 5 year olds, not 1 or 2 or 3 even. Sick. F.Y.I. you will never outgrow loving play dough. Yesterday I made a snake, the "scream" face, a blueberry pie and a slice of pizza.

So, you've learned all about it in classes, but gender roles are totally established by the age of about 4. You will find the occasional 2 year old girl playing trucks or the 3 year old boy who carries around a doll, but for the most part the kids stick to their roles. On the playground I watch the boys play pirate ship. They climb the jungle gym to find gold, then come down carrying imaginary bags. Yesterday I told them I thought they left a bag up there and without hesitation Jack Sparrow rounded up the men and they headed back up to the top of the jungle gym to retrieve the lost bag. "We got it, Ms. Megan! Thanks for your help!" Angus told me. The girls play in the playhouse that's next to the jungle gym. The most assertive girl always gets to play the mom and the others are the kids. Yesterday I thought I heard someone crying and ran to the house only to find that the 4 year olds were actually babies crying for milk and the 3 year old mother was searching frantically for a bottle. Girls, I thought. Maybe I dont want 2 of them, I thought. My poor mother, I thought.

I could go on forever, that's why i didn't do an entire blog on it (only 3/4s). I was also going to write about the quirky side of me. Once Kate wrote down a lot of the unique things that make her who she is. I started and I thought that maybe some of you wont be friends with me after you read. But, I am going to do one like that soon. I also thought about sharing some of my favorite songs right now in the hopes that some of you will illegally downlaod them and love them. Here are my top 5 right now:
1. Postal Service-Be Still My Heart
2. Flipsyde-Someday
3. The Fray-All at Once
4. Matisyahu-King without a Crown
5. LL Cool J-Control Myself

Okay, so I finally wrote something,which was nothing, and I am sorry if it was disappointing, but se la vie.