It's perfectly timed to coincide with my Yoga class and I am lucky to have got a place. It is called 'occasional care' because parents are supposed to be able to ring up and book a spot with a few hours notice. But the reality of the baby boom around here means that the only way to get into occasional care is to go on a waiting list for months and months, then pre-pay the entire term. I only got in because someone else cancelled.
Apparently, he had a good time - according to the carers he is "very sociable and speaks very well" (as if I didn't already know!).
His favourite toy was a 'twisty one' (a Fisher Price "Baby Playzone Stand-Up Ball Blast"). I had warned the carers that he loves balls... sure enough, the moment he entered the room he spotted the one and only ball hidden in a corner. Then minutes later saw the ball-run up high on a shelf and asked to play with it.
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