"No, Jean's"

I knew it would be hard for Trey to transition to a babysitter after staying home with me for an entire year. That was an understatement in August when I went back to work. Al and I were so worried about Trey, as each morning he would cry and not want to take his jammies off. He knew why we were changing him. He knew where he was going. He knew there was nothing he could do about it. And so... the phrase, "No, Jean's." This lasted for weeks, and it made it so hard to drop him off each day. (Luckily, that was a job left to Al.)

However, today, "No, Jean's" had a new meaning. I picked Trey up at 4:00, and he was doing puzzles at Jean's. He's doing puzzles almost every day when I pick him up. Well, Jean told me she bought some new puzzles at a garage sale. Amazing how great garage sale finds are to kids. Trey was in heaven. Usually, when I pick him up, Jean will tell him that a friend will finish his puzzle for him. Usually, he is o.k. with that. NOT TODAY. Today, no one was going to finish the new garage sale puzzle but him. When I picked him up to leave, he said, "No, Jean's." As in, "Mom, I'm staying at Jean's." Now if T were my first born, I probably would have cried, but because I've been around the block with this mom and separation thing, I just smiled. It felt good to know that he's doing well at the sitter. I'm so glad he likes Jean's (and her new garage sale puzzles)!