Daybabes playschool

09/05/2026

Glow-in-the-dark stickers on the bottom of your tuff tray is a game changer. I also photocopied the stickers and made spy sheets. It was perfect for the rainy days last week.

08/29/2026

Little hands a learning

08/29/2026

Daybabes Ice cream shop was open for business We took orders, scooped pretend ice cream, and created colorful sundaes full of imagination! We also made real homemade ice cream and enjoyed gooey solar s’mores outside, melted perfectly by the sun.

07/23/2026

when it’s too smoky to go outside, we make air dry clay to paint

07/23/2026

11/29/2025

The first time I was abused, was by my sister.
I was 8 years old. We would build forts in our bedroom, and one time she made me lay on the floor and she climbed on top of me. I didn't know what she was doing. I could feel everything. I started crying because of what was happening. She sexually abused me until I was 11, when I knew it was wrong and threatened to tell our parents. I never got the courage to break my parents heart by telling them. My mother passed without ever knowing, and I don't think I could ever tell my father what was done either. It was only later in life, that I learned my sister was being sexually abused by one of my aunts. We used to also visit our cousin's house (the abusive aunt’s children) and they also abused me as a child. Taking turns being on top of me. I still didn't know what was going on, as everyone was older than me.
The absolute most traumatic experience I had, was with an older male cousin. We lived in the country, and we were going skating at a local rink. There was this shed we tied our skates to when we were ready to play, and when we got inside the shed, he slammed the door behind him. He had a firearm behind the door, and he started to beat me. He tore off my clothes and told me at gun point if I ever told anyone, that he would kill me and my family. He kept stomping on me till I couldn't fight anymore. And then he put the rifle inside of me, and sexually abused me with it. The rifle cut me bad inside, and I was bleeding. After he finished, he loaded the rifle and tried to shoot me in the back of the head. He reloaded and tried again, and it wouldn't shoot the second time. So he clubbed me in the back of the head with the rifle, and kept jumping on my head trying to kill me. I ended up being found by someone who happened to be driving by, and heard my screams. I couldn't even walk or carry myself out. When I got home, I lied to my parents about what happened. I didn't go to the hospital either, my parents just believed I got jumped. To this day, I have never spoken about these truths to anyone. Ever. Writing this is tearing me up. I don’t what I did to deserve that. I'm so ashamed. I'm so embarrassed.

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Child abusers, please stop and seek therapy and God.
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09/08/2025

Celebrating my 10th year on Facebook. Thank you for your continuing support. I could never have made it without you. 🙏🤗🎉

08/22/2025

Kids eat different amounts doesn’t matter the age and that’s OK

02/05/2025

Brown bear brown bear. Story engagement