Single White Female Looking for Papa

I started my 2 1/2 year old daughter, Jubilee, in daycare last week. I know that's a little late to start daycare, but my mom's semi-retired and no one's gonna turn down free child care. I decided it was time for the munchkin to be around kids her own age so she could develop some social skills. There aren't any kids her age at church and she doesn't have any cousins to play with.

The first day (6/5) she went for 1/2 day. She wouldn't eat, wouldn't talk, and wouldn't lay down at nap time. They didn't know what to make of her and she was starving by the time my mom picked her up at 12:30. I couldn't believe she still hadn't been to sleep by the time I got home at 4. She was sitting on the couch bleary-eyed and watching SpongeBob. She had a snack and then had some milk while the rest of us had dinner. The rest of us being me, my sister, my mom, and my dad. Jubilee loves my dad. She calls him Papa.

I was quite surprised when I went over to sit next to her on the couch at 6 and found her passed out with milk running down her chin.

It was just too cute. Unfortunately, it was a group effort between me and my sister to wake her up because a nap that late is nothing but bad news (i.e. not wanting to go to sleep at bedtime)

Needless to say she was good and angry by the time we got her fully awake and nothing was making up for it, not even the chocolate cake I was trying to feed her through the tears. She finally ran over to the door of my dad's office and started knocking on it wailing "Papa! Papa!"

There are just some things only Papa can fix in Jubi's world. When she's mad at Mommy, Papa takes her outside. That makes it all better.

This post is in Honor of Father's Day June 18, 2006. Papa is Jubilee's Honorary Father.