I successfully left Mary in the childcare room at the Y today! Yipppeee!
I have been hoping/trying to do this for the past year. Mary is a big boob without her mom or dad. And her piercing, high-pitched hysterical wail doesn't help matters.
But I think she is now old enough to be intoxicated by toys, toys, toys. So many Elmos, baby dolls, and Cozy Coupes--she just couldn't help herself. The ladies who work there reported that she was "very independent, for one so young" and "into everything." That's our Mary.
What a wonderful development. The future looks very bright, indeed.
