Somehow my little newborn became a toddler when I wasn't looking. Seriously, it's like those little pills you drop in water that magically expand to became a spongey purple dinosaur. It's fascinating to watch her develop and learn, yet part of me wants to swaddle her up tight so she stays my little baby forever. My own little baby bonsai project, if you will.
They're transitioning her to the toddler room this week at daycare. I wouldn't have minded keeping her in the infant room forever - they love her almost as much as I do and teared up when they found out she's being transitioned. They actually transitioned younger children ahead of Weezie because her teachers (with only a teeny bit of encouragement from me) plotted to keep her in the infant room. It was rather comical, actually. Any time the daycare director walked into the room, they would pick Weezie up as if she were still a helpless little infant. I guess the helpless act wasn't working anymore when Reese started shaking her finger at them and saying "no, no, no!". I finally faced the reality that she has outgrown the the room and needs more stimulation and approved the daycare moving her up.
She's spent the last two afternoons with the older children, and she's doing really well. They have music classes and go to the playground twice a day, and I think she's having a lot of fun (ok, I admit I've snuck over there to check on her. Once. Maybe twice.) I can't help but think, however, that it's a slippery slope from the toddler room to graduating and going off to college... Waaahhhh!!!
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