I'm happy to report someone has done a complete 180. Remember her separation anxiety? Seems those days are long gone. I'd like to say it was the techniques I used, or my persuasive abilities, but I'm beginning to believe her clinginess coincided with her teething. Now that she has two itty bitty teeth jutting out, she's a new baby. The last few times we went to the gym, they moved her into the big kid section and she did so wonderfully she didn't want to leave. So I took this as a sign that she needs more playtime with kids her own age. Sadly, I can't be her constant entertainment for the entirety of the day. Bittersweet.

Yesterday we tried out a free Gymboree class. And yes, the same company that makes the clothing also has stores with huge playgrounds, learning classes, music classes, art classes, the whole sha-bang. For 45 mintues, we used various equipment to work on different body movements, played with bubbles, a parachute, learned how to share with other kids. I don't know who had more fun, her or me running around in my socks on the slippery mats. Granted, the teacher was a little coo-coo and her high pitched voice made me a little nauseous, but the kids stared at her when she talked, so she knows what she's doing. I wish I would have taken some pictures, but next time I promise to snap some of a little girl who is breaking out of her shell.

So I will leave you with the next best thing: her new hair do courtesy of daddy.