CCSC is a wonderful option for parents who work at or are enrolled students at Stanford. Both my daughters started at CCSC when they were infants (the eldest at 4 months old and the second at 3 months old). We love the teachers in CIP1. There is minimal turnover at CCSC, which is uncommon for child care facilities. Several teachers have been at CCSC for 10+ years (and a few even 25+ years). They are warm, loving ladies and also wonderful people. I will say that I much preferred the infant and toddler teachers to the older classrooms. My second refused to drink from bottles (despite my husband diligently feeding her a bottle each day starting at 2 weeks old--she'd take 1 hour to drink 2 oz and cry/fight it the whole time). The teachers would use a spoon to spoon feed her, an eye dropper, and even tried an open cup. I could go once/day to nurse her during lunch and the patient teachers otherwise had to do 2 other feedings.
My girls were in CIP 1, TKP1, and LKP2 classrooms before I moved them to a different preschool closer to home. In the older classrooms, I felt they were a bit too hands-off when it came to guidance. Both girls were repeatedly bitten by other children (coming home with visible bite marks). One time, I was visiting the next classroom in preparation for my daughter's transition the next week. There was a boy who was angry that his mother was washing dishes and not paying any attention to him. Note: CCSC is a co-op so parents can volunteer for a discounted rate. So he turned around and shoved my daughter so hard she fell backwards and landed on her bottom on the floor.
A nearby teacher walked over and said to the boy, "How do you think it makes her feel when you push her?" Seriously? At nearly 3 years old, I think more should be done to help young toddler learn not to be so aggressive! I'm not saying he needs to be put in time-out, but something like, "We don't use our hands to push because that will hurt our friends. We use our words when we want to say something." My poor daughter had just happened to be in the wrong spot at the wrong time. Needless to say, I moved my daughter out of the preschooler classroom to a different school as soon as she was potty-trained (which they don't do for you).