There is a daycare that occupies the two apartments on the bottom floor of our building and the building next door. (We live two floors up.)
|Here's the sign and some of the little people.|
Hearing that the daycare would be the source of noise didn't bother me in the least. I love kids - even when they are crying...and they do cry downstairs daily:
Luckily they also play and laugh daily:
And I get to see a sight like this when I enter the building:
|Could they be any cuter?|
Sometimes I do have to step around strollers:
|Sometimes there is a random baby sitting there with no adult in sight...though the adult is usually just inside the door.|
I don't mind any of these things because I've gotten unexpected leg hugs and gotten to hear tiny voices exclaim in glee, "Hund!" or "Ruff" when Smidgey and I walk past.
And if the aromas floating up the stairwell are any indication, the kids seem to eat pretty well at this daycare: fresh baked bread, soups, various desserts and more. (I wish I had a smell-recorder so you could enjoy the smells as well.)
Anyway, having a daycare in the building has not been a bad thing for me. It is all a matter of perspective. Little people make me happy. 👶
Here is a little poem about little people:
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