baby jail

It's not easy to see your kid in prison. Every parent hopes their kid will make wise choices but sometimes it doesn't matter what you do as a parent, your children will still make mistakes and end up behind bars, cuffed to their crib toy. It's tough for Schuyler behind these bars. There's no toilet so you have to go in your pants. There's no privacy. The only friend you have is a blue lamb as a cellmate and even she doesn't say much. But there she will have to stay. At least, until she wakes up.

The real baby jail has been tougher. we struggled with what to do when liz's maternity leave ended in mid-August and settled on a day care which is a 5 minute walk from liz's office. it's been hard leaving her with a stranger all day even though her 'teacher' is very kind and seems to really dig the new smiling addition. some days it seems cruel. some days you walk in and the place is like an insane asylum for midgets who only speak in screams and you wonder how you could ever leave her there. some days, the children's music is playing and everyone's content and quiet and the angry midgets seem to have developed a miniature kibbutz based on giving and trust (i swear i smelled insense). Maybe the grass is always greener...