I'd like to conduct a small poll. After realizing that you are essentially raising yourself, when does one opt to jump off the bridge?For your consideration, I give you this week's newest language developments (keep in mind that she's 22 months old - imaging what we'll get by 3):
- when Dad tries to wake her up, he gets a groggy "what?"
- when I try to help her with her napkin, I get an oh-so-slightly testy, "yeah, I got it."
- when I tell her it's time to get pajamas on I hear "well, just a minute"
- when I ask if she wants to go outside to play, "in a second, I'm cookin"
- constantly, "come on, Daddy, come on"
- while I'm driving (and I'm a very good driver. no, really) "fareful Mommy, fareful"
Last but not least, I must shed one single tear in farewell to Keira's current classroom. I've tried to be thoughtful about this next big transition. After much consideration, angst, and deliberation, I finally decided that we should start transitioning to the next classroom. She's simply just too much older than most of the other kids in her current room. Preparing myself for a couple of weeks of transition and some hiccups along the way, this morning we dove into the move and she spent time visiting her new classroom. Need I have bothered? I come to pick her up and, I quote, "yeah, I go twos now. Play with friends, play outside. Bye bye babies."
Yep, bye bye babies, sniff, sniff...





