On transitions...

Last week, Olivia started her transition into a new classroom (sweet peas).  I have been choked up and emotional about the whole thing.  My baby has been in her first classroom since she was five months old.  But... I have heard that changes are part of life... so she (and I) put on our brave faces and hoped for the best.  All was ok until Friday...

I went to pick her up with my mom, unsure if the Easter egg hunt was already over.  We didn't expect all the parents there, did I miss the memo??  I was actually surprised that she was willing to sit around the table with all the other kids and she actually looked happy for a few minutes.  My mom and I tried to take pictures of her from every angle, looking so big and so small at the same time.  It made me sad she was in a Christmas shirt when all the other kids had on their cute bunny outfit.  The situation got even sadder when the other babies were literally stuffing their faces and my baby doesn't even want to touch the cake.  But what really broke me was when I went to get her bib, the cubby hole with her name on it had another kid's stuff!  I asked the teacher and she said - oh I just got here I don't know.  I went to her old classroom to get a bib and just broke down in front of her old teacher.  I mean sobbed, uncontrollably.  I'm pretty sure I was hiccuping from crying.

Eventually I pulled myself together and went to get her.  Wiped her little face and brought her home.  I don't think she was half as disturbed by the situation as I was.  I don't know if the teacher or other parents can tell how traumatized I was.  But I definitely didn't make any mommy friends...

Transitions are hard, especially for me. 

A little table of cuteness.  Olivia is definitely the smallest and I'm sure the only one with no teeth....