This week, Zoe moved from the toddler room to the preschool room at day care. It’s a move she is mostly excited about, although there are mornings when she says, “I don’t want to go to the preschool room! I want to go to the kids!”
I’m excited about it, too, but I can’t deny that I get a little teary when I sign her in and the computer screen now says, “Zoe Cumings, preschooler” instead of “Zoe Cumings, toddler”. It’s silly, because of course it’s wonderful to watch my daughter learn and grow. She is more fascinating, brilliant, affectionate, and hilarious every day. (Pro Tip: The way she imitates my clenched jaw talking, which I use while waiting impatiently for her to pick a shirt for heaven’s sake, is adorable.)
Today, we are planning another milestone: shopping for a big girl bed. All three of us are excited, but I know there will be some tears when the crib comes down and the bed goes up, and the tears will not be Zoe’s.
To commemorate the occasion, here is a photo of Zoe’s first night in her crib:
and a photo of one of her last nights there:
She’s going to love her big girl bed. Just think how many more books, stuffed animals, and blankies it will hold!