Two years ago today I posted on Facebook: “Chillin’ in Door County. Baby in bed without any crying about sleeping in a strange place.” Two years ago today we were on our first family vacation and my Monkey was 15 months old.
Two years later, only two years, and we have a school-aged child. Only preschool, but still.
There were no tears, hers or mine, although I did fight back the urge as I was getting ready to leave the classroom and noticed that Monkey was a little subdued. Maybe nervous? She tends to be a little shy, and not that long ago had a habit of suddenly bursting into tears in a new situation. I was very happy when I picked her up and her teacher said she didn’t cry at all, and actually was a “great helper,” (yeah), “followed directions (whew) and in general was “totally with it.” She was actually acting a little subdued when I picked her up too, but I think it may have been because she was tired from the new day, and thirsty. She asked me for water as soon as we got into the car and then proceeded to slam her entire cup of water. I found out that the day’s snack included “red” juice, and she doesn’t really dig juice except for apple. After rehydrating and eating lunch, she very animatedly told me that it was the “BEST day EVER” and jumped up and down and ran in circles. And then she took a nap. 🙂