Moving From Infant to Toddler

Due to timing (my new job), Jennifer's been handling a lot of the delivery, both to and from day-care lately. Patrick seems none the worse for wear, but I do miss the look on his face as he recognizes people he knows in the morning and the look of pure joy as he spots me in the afternoon.

A few days ago, I got to drop him off and pick him up due to a change in Jen's work schedule.

What an experience this was. The drop off went normal ... it was when I went to pick him up that I got a bit of a shock ...

I knew, logically, that Patrick was being moved up to a new room. Basically, he is still assigned to the infant room, but spends part of the day with the toddlers; getting him acclimated to the new teachers, room, and schedule. Soon, he will be in the new room for toddlers full time.

What I wasn't prepared for was how small and fragile the infants were. I do remember holding him with one arm and remarking to myself how small and fragile he was. I also remember him falling, hitting his head or smashing some fingers. While there was a lot of screaming and quite a few tears, he came out basically unscathed. It stunned me to realize just how much Patrick has progressed over the last year. This was a stunning visual reminder of how fast our son is growing.

I can't wait to see where we go next.

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