Little RR spent a few hours this morning in the "Preschool 1" room, as she starts her transition out of "Toddlers". By all accounts she wasn't too thrilled at this development; however equanimity was restored by the afternoon.
I worked a little later than usual this evening before calling home, and this did not go un-noticed. At home, RR sat down and pointed at the sofa beside her. "Daddy sit right here!" "Talk Daddy!" T dialed for her, and she repeated the demand to me over the phone. Clearly, it was high time to go home.
I had been catching up at work, since I started the morning sitting in on T's ultrasound. The doctor says everything looks good, and in early December RR can expect to greet her baby sister. Yay! We've been talking in general terms about it with her, but I don't think she has entirely grasped the concept.
We put a step stool in front of the bathroom sink to make it easier for RR to reach the faucet. She usually enjoys playing with the water more than washing her hands, but that's a different story. She recently discovered that this stool is portable and can be readily moved about the house. It can serve as a soap box for orchestra conducting exercises in the living room, but she has found it can also bring light switches and many other things previously out of reach, in-reach. Gulp!
Going, going, gone.
