The drop off was harder today than day one. Or so I hear. I made daddy drop you off. It was worse today because you knew what was happening. You didn't want snack. You just wanted daddy. Daddy stayed for some circle time—but finally had to pass you off to Miss. Gabby. You cried and cried. But when daddy called later they said you only cried for 10 minutes or so. You had lunch (ravioli) and snack and you played outside (which they said you really liked.) You went to sleep for naptime (unlike Marin) but woke up crying asking for mommy and daddy. They managed to soothe you back to sleep. Mommy, daddy and Willa came to get you around 4:45 and you were playing. You did not want to put the toys away or roll up your mat, and you and Marin got into a fight (like old times) and it was a meltdown after that. (You also hit daddy, which was an automatic timeout.) By the time we got outside all was forgotten.
1 comment:
that is the cutest picture! and marin's hat looks like willa's! in 25 years i hope they still are best friends.
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