No, this isn’t another post about me being thirty.   *laughs*  It’s about my little girl.

She’s turning three this week and so they are moving her up at her daycare.  No more "Tiny Turtles"….she’s now in the "Dinosaurs" class.  I know there is more to the name than that but I can’t for the life of me remember it right now.  We were talking about it last night and she was pretty excited.  This morning she was insistent though….that she was NOT a dinosaur.  I had a feeling that would happen and had told my boss about the move last night just in case I got tied up this morning.  I told her that my little girl was somewhat resistant to change and that it may take a little bit of time to adjust her this morning.  She laughed and said "Hmmm….I wonder where she gets that from?"

Yeah….I know just exactly what my girl goes through.

We got to daycare, my little girl telling me how she was still a turtle.  We walked through the first room and into the Turtles room and we kept walking.  I could feel the trepidation in her feet.  We said good morning to Ms. C and stepped into the big D room.  She grabbed ahold of my skirt and just hunkered there.  Ms. E came up and asked her if she wanted some breakfast.  No reponse.  I asked her if she might like to go give Ms. C a hug first and she started shaking her head up and down.  "Go on then" I told her and she ran back into the other room and wrapped herself around Ms. C’s legs.  Before I knew it she was on her way back in with a smile.  "What did she say to her?" Ms. E asked me.  "I’m not sure" I replied. "Ms. C has *magic* words you know."

Magic words….

I left her there.  I know she’s gonna be fine.