Julia seems to be adapting to the new daycare room nicely. I think we're down to two big projects. #1 - Get her completely off the bottle (she's about 50/50 now) and #2 - Get her off the pacifier. I think getting her off the bottle is do-able by the time she turns 18 months. The pacifier? Geez, I think she's going to have it while she walks down the wedding aisle. She has definitely come along way since turning 12 months. I'm so proud of her!
In the infant room, there's a boy named Balin. I think he's about 9-10 months old. I've always been fascinated by him because he's so huge. He's one roly poly baby, so big that it's awkward for him to move. One of the workers told me it's funny how his mom is this short little thing and Dad is like 6'6".
I've seen Balin's mom a few times. She was holding him, and she can't be over 5'0". He's literally half her size.
Well, today there was a really tall guy picking him up when I was picking up Julia. Dad, right, since he was really tall. Well, there was this 25-ish year old woman with him. NOT Mom. She was taller. Hmmm...so are Mom and Dad no longer together and he's with a new woman and picking up his son for the weekend. I wonder...
If I wasn't so bogged down trying to find all of Julia's stuff, I would have said something to new chick. She was kind of standing there nervously off to the side.
The things I wonder. Way too nosy - I mean inquisitive - for my own good.