Since Kate is walking so well and eating table food, they agreed to let her start in the "Ladybug" toddler room today, rather than waiting until her birthday at the end of the month. I wondered if she would cry, being left at a new place, but she adapted with total ease! I walked her in and sat her down at the table where two other paci-sucking girls and a little boy were getting ready for their breakfast of sausage and biscuits.
It was strange walking past the infant room and realizing that she was no longer among the youngest kids. In the toddler room, there are no high chairs, but little chairs--molded plastic, like a big-kid chair, but barely off the ground on little stubby-rubber legs--and low tables. There are no cribs, but cots, just like in the two- and three-year-old rooms.
I was especially worried about her having to nap on a cot. I thought for sure she would get up every ten seconds and toddle around the room, but her teacher sat there and patted her til she fell asleep, and she did fine!
When I got home this evening, somehow she seemed so much older, aging years every moment, like she was Robin Williams in that movie "Jack."
The first sign? She had learned to go limp on command, like a child in the midst of her terrible twos...
Then, she morphed into a sullen, disaffected teenager...
Then, a thirty-something itching for the escape of reality TV... (I wish I had gotten a better picture of this--when she found the remote on the couch, she actually raised it above her head, AIMED AT THE TV! And this was no accident, she did it several times, looking at and moving closer to the TV each time!!)