Monday at daycare

As expected, today was tough for Peter. No morning snack, no lunch, even nap, he kept waking up. I don't know whether he is getting sick or not, I sincerely wish he is not, but the teacher said his BM was diarrhea-like. Back home, he refused any food and cried for ice cream(thankfully we got frozen yogurt at home as a substitute). Bed time, like the past week, was a battle--screaming in bath, and holding me tight in bed until falled asleep. I found my heart hurt too much to have any feeling now.

Yaya got her first homework sheets(just some simple shape tracing and coloring) and was extremly excited about working on it. She even asked me whether she can do homework every night. Well, I hope her passion can stay for 10 more years. I know it is not very possible. But believe it or not, I was sort of wired in this respect, I loved going to school and doing homework through all years of education, and was willing to give up anything if it's time for study. I guess I would be laughed at by most people. Yes, I am a wierd person.