It's Graduation Day!!!

Cue the music, you know whichever cheesy song is in this year for graduation ceremonies, get the caps and gowns, go on a boat cruise and make out with someone you'd never even speak to otherwise (wait...that was ahh..a 'friend' of mine).

That's right - Will Sutton is making the move. Having spent 6 long months in Infant Room 1, he's moving on up like the Jeffersons to the Toddler Room. I think the valedictory speech will be quick and go something like this, "ssss. baaaa. mamam. huh. huh. huh." Pass me a kleenex.

Wow - how far he's come in the past six months. Seriously. He feeds himself with a spoon and fork. Sometimes at the same time. He uses sign language. He sort of talks. He nods. He laughs when he knows he's being funny (this could be my single most favourite thing that he does).

How far have I come? Well, I no longer drink 8 cups of coffee in the morning. I have mastered getting him out of bed and out the door in half an hour flat. I have figured out some new hairstyles so I can push washing this mass by a few extra days. For the most part, I'm doing it. I can do this!!

This transition to the Toddler Room has not been smooth however. Have I mentioned that Will has a blankie? It's like his crack. He has four of them - I wasn't taking any chances. Apparently at 18 months, this vice should be dropped, or so says his daycare. For the past three weeks, he's been jonesing like a smoker on a flight to Australia. When he gets home, he grabs that blanket and hugs it like a long lost friend. At school he's been wailing. I met his new teacher one morning and she says, 'ohhh it's so nice to see Will not crying.' I wanted to punch her.


My transition?  I was not on board.  At all.  I love his class and his teachers.  They have become my advisors, my therapists and my biggest cheerleaders.  They also break rules for me...alot.  How will I whip these new broads into shape?  Hmmm - must bribe with Tim Hortons.

This week?  We've both come around.  He spent all day in the Toddler Room yesterday - no blankie and no tears.  (Hey Dr. Drew - let's talk).  I was bursting with pride.  This morning, he wouldn't leave the blankie at home..uh oh..we carried it in the school, he took off his coat, put it in his cubby and gave me his blankie to take with me.  WHAT??  Who is this kid????  I don't know, but I do know that the transition to this room has led to many, many amazing changes like this.  I'm down with it.  Bring it on.  He'll be mixing me caesars and taking out the garbage in no time!!!