The Burrow

Among many other wonderful celebratory interactions, I kept coming back to Giblet's video message. Dressed in his just-like-daddy outfit, his opening comment was Happy Mother's Day, Grampa! Much hilarity ensued, as he was prompted and failed to say what everyone expected him to say.  Instead, it was a word salad, created by a young brain that's just learning to put thoughts together in paragraphs, that's working overtime to keep up with what's churning, that sometimes just has to smile and say all the loving words he knows. Thus, it was happy everyone day, with our names mixed together, our genders confused, and all of us smiling and laughing and loving. Happy Mother's Day, indeed.

Giblet got promoted.   That's what happens when you start being just on the edge of naughty in the Room for Twos.  He'll stand on the tile at the very edge of the rug he's supposed to be occupying, smiling coyly through his eyelashes, knowing he's disobeying and enjoying every minute of it.   Of course, once the teacher stops hiding her smile (the kid is a charmer) and puts on her serious face, he joins his friends on the rug; he doesn't like it when Miss Paige told me NO .  He's testing, he's two, and he's ready to move on. So, on Monday, Little Cuter dropped him at the entrance to the big kids' building.  The classroom was different but the teachers were familiar, having rotated through his space since he was a baby.  And, of course, there were his friends who were there already. The kids at Perfect Day Care  are the others who fill his life.  Every day, they play and sing and paint and nap and eat and go outside together.  There ...