Well, today was her first day of transition. They warned me it will be a short time (30 minutes or so) and she may cry and they will bring her back and try the next day. So I didn't get my hopes up when I came to pick her up. I walked in her room and couldn't find Izzy. The teachers with smiles on their faces came up to share that she was still over in the toddler class and that they had been peeking in and she would wave and then go back to what she was doing. My little one spent 6 hours in the big girl class (930 to 330) all by herself. They said she did really well and I actually think they were somewhat surprised. Paul and I aren't. She is a smart cookie. Can you imagine her language skills now exploding being around these older kids? Our little one is growing up too quick.
Just yesterday she looked like this and was so helpless, now I have an emerging "monster" on my hands. Ohh, how I long sometimes for the easy days (minus I do like the sleep I am getting now).