Back to work: choosing a daycare...

This is not a guide for choosing a daycare. This is our approach to finding a daycare for Jimmy, given our set of circumstances and given our circumstances, we really didn't have much choice, but here goes... because ch-ch-ch-changes...

Let's start with an observation:

At the county playgroup there numerous children under the age of 2 who are there with a grandparent, because the parent/s have to work. I thought it was lovely that the children were spending time with a grandparent and not some unrelated carer at a daycare. I'm sure the grandparents were enjoying themselves too, but...

But some friends had been in this situation, with the maternal grandmother looking after her only grandchild. She really seemed to love looking after the baby and the baby loved it too. But the situation was less than ideal: the maternal grandparents were now separated by an ocean and the maternal grandmother could not stay forever. The problem was a lack of daycare spaces for the child's age group - it still is. The child is under 2.

I started looking at the grandparents at playgroup in a different light. Sure, they still loved being with their grandchildren, but they were making a sacrifice because there are so few daycare places for the under 2s.

...

Way back in January, while my sister Asha was visiting, the nearby daycare had an Open House (Open Day for the Australians out there) and we visited. I even put Jimmy on their waiting list, to start April/May. They never called and that was ok.

And then May came around, and we were still in Manhattan, KS, and I lined up work and suddenly we had to seriously start thinking about daycare for Jimmy. Ep!

We have one really, really big constraint when it comes to where to send Jimmy: we don't own a car. For day-to-day living not owning a car is fine, but the instant we want to travel anywhere that is not covered by the bus routes or within walking distance, we either need to travel with friends who own cars or one of us stays behind with Jimmy while the other bikes.

So, requirement 1: daycare must be accessible by foot or bus.

This left us with 2 options. The nearby daycare and the K-State one. We had seen both before actually needing either of them.

I called the nearby one and Jimmy was placed on the waiting list - there was no mention of how many children were between him and the next available spot. Feeling a little lost, and reluctant, I took my time getting around to calling the K-State daycare.

Well! Firstly the person I spoke to couldn't help me, but was able to take my number so that someone who could would be able to get back to me in 48 hours. It took this person nearly a week to call me back (not impressed), then she referred me to information on their website (already read), and informed me that there was a fee of $30 to join the waitlist (already read that), and then she informed me that the waiting list was 17 children long. Seventeen! I said no thank you and ended the conversation.

One daycare option. One.

Our backup plan was to have my Dad (aka Pop) come for a few months and look after Jimmy for us, but I really, really wanted Jimmy to go to a local daycare because I felt (and still feel) that the socialisation is really important. I also really, really wanted to have my Dad look after Jimmy because they would have a blast together, just like the other children being looked after by their grandparents.

I did look into a few other places, places that we could take Jimmy if we bought a bike trailer, but one was not actually a daycare, and the other one doesn't take children under 2.5 years.

Sigh...

The situation out of our control, we waited and hoped. My parents started devising contingency plans for my Dad's visit.

Then, one day, while Jimmy and I were at the library with some friends, I received an unexpected phone call that started like this:

"Hello, this is XXX from XXX, can I speak to James?"

"Ahhh... He's two. He's not very good on the phone and he's got his mouth full."

"Can I speak to his mother?"

"Speaking."

"We have an opening for James." 

In my disbelief at what had actually transpired in the conversation I hoped I had correctly remembered the time for our appointment. I could not believe our luck - this was the only place we had Jimmy on a waiting list. 

The only one.

If it was a physical thing, I would have grabbed it and not known if I should hold it tightly so that it couldn't slip away or hold it gently so as not to damage our chances of keeping the spot.

I handed over the registration cheque the day after our first visit as actual clients. Even though I was a little unsure that I would actually receive my work permit, but I also wanted to make sure that Jimmy would be looked after and cared for before I could commit to working.

I still can't believe our luck.

This particular daycare might be within easy walking distance of our apartment, and, although it is apparently one of the more expensive daycares in town, we don't need a car or bus to get Jimmy there. This makes the cost worth it.

Jimmy is yet to spend a full day there, but he seems comfortable there: he wants to play in the playground; he's walked off with the director while I was filling in some paperwork, they left the room, walked into another room, and were gone for about 5 minutes; last week, while dropping off the paperwork (egads! this is happening), Jimmy spent 20 minutes in his 'classroom' while I was in the director's office and he didn't seem to mind that I had been away. I think he'll have a great time there, at least most of the time.

Jimmy will start there next week and then we'll know if the most important requirement for selecting a daycare is met: it must be a good fit for Jimmy. I'm not entirely sure what we'll do if he doesn't like it there. Michael and I are a little freaked out at the idea of a non-family member looking after Jimmy, but the daycare staff are professionals, trained in childcare, first aid and CPR.

Fingers crossed that Jimmy likes being there full-time. With everything else falling into place for my return to the workforce, a happy Jimmy in daycare is now the most important thing to ensure. Fingers crossed. Now, to get things organised for Monday... Ep!

Over the weekend we...

Were joined a group of friends and went for an early morning walk around Konza Prairie Biological Station. Now, when I say "early", we started walking around 7:30am, and when I say "we", I mean the five or so of us who arrived a little later than the others, who were about 30 minutes ahead of us.

Why so early? Well, it's summer here and the days can be very hot, so the idea was to get a walk in before the day became too hot. And thanks to the cloud cover (and rain) the morning stayed a nice warm temperature. Yay!

It's been a while since Michael, Jimmy, and I had been in the area - and even then we didn't do any walks - so we were enjoying every little thing, including this tiny toad that was the same colour as the path.

I'm so happy Konza Prairie Biological Station exists, because I think it's very important to develop a really sound understanding of an area's ecosystems and ecology, and that is exactly what the Biological Station has been working out.

There are lots of photos to come, just press read more...

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a portrait of my son, once a week, every week in 2015

Jimmy: Daddy, make you burrito!

And by that, Jimmy is asking to be rolled up into in his towel, or a foam sleeping mat, or his drawing mat - as pictured. It's freaking hilarious and adorable. He knows how to roll out of the burrito, so he's never really trapped, but he loves it.

Well, he loves it when Daddy and Mummy are paying him attention, like when Daddy took these photos, but he did fall over the other night, while in burritoed in his towel, and he couldn't break his fall. Poor little mite hit his head on a chair - he asked to be burritoed again, almost as soon as he had recovered. That's our boy! (Our boy still has problems with pronouns, but we're working on that.)

Losing my Australian filter: the cost of living...

When looking at the prices of anything in the USA, it's easy to think that things are cheaper than in Australia. And indeed they can be, especially blueberries and some fancy cheeses, but clothes and nonessential items can be a little harder to work out...

Last year I bought a pair of gumboots (rainboots over here), and I paid US$26 for them. Now, they're not plain gumboots, and I thought they might be solid enough to be Jimmy's winter boots, so long as he had woollen socks on, which sort of worked. Now, $26 is not cheap for children's shoes, not even in Australia, but I would buy them over there, without a second thought, because they would cost me about an hours work.

But what about in the USA? Well...

The median annual income for an individual in the USA is about US$30,000, this equates to roughly US$15/hour. That means Jimmy's gumboots cost nearly 2 hours work. But most of the population is not on US$30,000 and the minimum wage ranges from state to state. For arguments sake, let's call it US$7.25/hour (which is true of Kansas) and it's even less for workers who rely on tips.

Let that sink in...

Go on Australian readers. Take a minute. Think about it. Minimum wage is US$7.25/hour.

Cheaper gumboots, available online, might cost an hours work for most workers, or two hours for someone on minimum wage, plus tax. But sometimes there's no platform for product reviews, so there's no telling how good the gumboots are.

So, what does this translate for everything else? Well, regardless of how the Australian dollar compares to the US dollar, I find the best way to gauge how much something might cost in Australia is to double the figure. This mostly applies to clothes, sporting goods, some shoes, and beautiful things for the home - most of which we don't buy, because we're only here short term.

Coffee is an interesting item because depending on where you go (and how you take it), is very similar in price, if we're assuming $3.50 has the same value in Australia and the USA. But it doesn't. And most Americans like their coffee to be watery, often filter coffee that tends to sit around for hour or the made-to-order pour over - it's fancy little sister. Regular filter coffee can cost as little as $1 for a really big coffee. Fancy pour overs (and lattes) cost $3.50 or more, which is half an hours wage for most people. This can turn coffee into a luxury item - can you imagine paying AUS$7 for a latte?

There are some things that are cheaper here, or very similar in price. Some things can end up heavily discounted, such as clothes. Some places are amazing when it comes to sales. The other week I bought some new clothes for Jimmy, from the discounted section at one of these places. All the items were subject to a further 50% off the marked price, so I paid US$1 for socks that cost US$4 full price. A friend paid US$0.66 for socks for her son. Again, they were on sale, which is often the case with a lot of places - almost everything can be bought on sale if you know how to play the game.

Sometimes I wonder if this approach - doubling the price to get a feel for how much it might cost in Australia - might all be a waste of time because of the huge difference in wage conditions and workers rights, and so much more manufacturing occurs on US soil than in Australia, plus there is market size to consider too. And transportation costs... Have I left anything out? Basically, there are a lot of factors involved before a price is placed on an item, and the buying power of the average worker may not be a consideration.

What I am certain about is Jimmy's need for new gumboot. His new ones have arrived and his old ones have been given to a friend who will get some use out of them. Did I pay US$26 for the new little gumboots? Yes. Do I scold Jimmy when he doesn't look after them? Yes I do, because I understand the true local value of those boots.

Over the weekend we...

Went to downtown Manhattan, KS, (travelled light, so all photos were taken with my old iPhone). We stopped by the library and tried to go to the Salvation Army op/thrift shop but it was closed (hopefully just for that Saturday). Downtown felt really empty, almost ghost town-like, although not as deserted as K-State during Thanksgiving. I blame the fun run or the pleasant day enticing people out and away from the city.

We did a teeny bit of shopping at the mall before stopping in at Sparrow for some coffee and a light lunch. We needed refueling before we went to the Discovery Center, which we had almost all to ourselves - it's usually pretty packed on Saturdays.

The Discovery Center was a hit with Jimmy, as always. And so was the bus! We caught the bus in the morning but it was the afternoon bus driver who was happiest to see us. That's right, it was Jimmy's favourite bus driver! Unfortunately for her, 2 year olds can be a little shy if they haven't seen someone for a while, which was the case, but Jimmy did warm up and gave her a high five when we departed. Oh and yes, Jimmy sat in a seat all on his own for the very first time, and yes, he was wearing his seatbelt.

On Sunday evening we went to a farewell barbeque/grill for a visiting PhD student. It was supposed to be last weekend, but it was going to be unpleasant. Sunday may have been rather hot, but out by Tuttle Creek Dam and in the evening, it really wasn't so bad. Jimmy tried to push everything that he could push... I think he was just excited to be outside (he'd been inside all day because of the heat).

It's really nice out at Tuttle Creek Dam, and there's camping too. Not having a car means that we miss out on it most of the time, which is sad, especially as there are lots of Geocaches in the area Michael and I enjoy camping, and based on last year's road trip I think Jimmy might enjoy it too.

Jimmy loved the spot that was chosen and really enjoyed running around. It was lovely watching him wander off and explore the area, but I was also keeping a sharp eye on him because he is a toddler and things happen in the blink of an eye... Fortunately, Jimmy managed to remain injury free (unless you count the tiny splinter we found on Monday night, which was out by Tuesday morning).

There were lots of cooks, so I was free to hang out with Jimmy and keep him away from the barbeque and Michael made good use of the light and found a few Geocaches. Everyone seemed to have a good time. The evening was almost perfect, which was especially important for a farewell event.

The only thing that wasn't perfect was the amount of cloud cover: the PhD student wanted to see the sun setting, but the clouds were over the horizon. I prefer to think of it as "enough cloud cover to make it interesting", but that's a sentiment from an old job... We were out late and Jimmy managed to stay awake in the car. He wasn't interested in having a bath, but we still managed to clean him up, even if we were physically exhausted. It was a good weekend.

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a portrait of my son, once a week, every week in 2015

Jimmy: Cheeky, energetic boy enjoying a late afternoon run around with Daddy.

This cheeky, energetic boy has a new favourite top and some new gumboots/rainboots, and, given how big they are, they should fit Jimmy's ever growing feet for the next 12 months, so long as they hold up to daily wear (yes, even when it's over 30 C, Jimmy still likes to wear them - crazy kid).

All these photos were taken by Michael, who took our restless little boy out for a late afternoon run around at the nearby school playground. Seriously, it was after 6pm when they headed out and they were gone for over an hour.

Quick reads...

I can't believe that it's the weekend already and I haven't even shared the photos we took at the county fair. I'm sorry. Soon, I promise.

My head has been a bit fuzz and I think I've been in shock since my work permit arrived, but it's taking a little longer than I thought it might to get started at work. And that's a good thing because it means that my long days with Jimmy are not going to end on Monday. They'll end after my social security number arrives...

In the meantime, have a great weekend!



While it's hiking weather in Queensland, here are some child friendly hikes around Brisbane.

Some cute mittens for cold days.

After dinner treats in under 5 minutes? Yes please!

What no one tells you about moving overseas. Ok, Michael and I probably will.

A great print to brighten up any room.

Jimmy keeps playing with sticks, and apparently it's good for him.

More annoying, but important things toddlers do.

An interesting place to escape mainstream life, so long as you can live in Spain.

What your socks say about your personality.

This is what it looks like when fathers share parental leave.

I recently found out that a friend blogs, and it's a really good read.

Beautiful moths - because it was National Moth week here a while ago.



(Mittens via Down to Earth.)