On Friday Little Miss was 23 months old and last week she spent her final few days in the baby room at nursery. Today she moves up into the two to three year old’s group. Gulp… My baby really is no longer a baby! Of course, this has been apparent for quite some time now. Over the last few months she’s become increasingly independent, wanting to do things for herself and to copy everything we do. She’s been stringing more and more words together. And, although she’s still a petite little thing, she’s finally started outgrowing the 12-18-month old clothes that fit her for so long and saved us so much money! But the change at nursery really underlines it all and it does now feel like the end of an era.
I can’t believe how much she’s changed in the last year. When she started nursery at nine-and-a-half months old she was barely crawling. Before too long she’ll no longer be in a cot and we’ll need to buy a big girl’s bed, something I’m sure she’ll love. Hopefully she’ll stay in it! At nursery she’s already moved out of a cot and sleeps on a mattress so finger’s crossed. And we already have a potty that she’s just getting used to having around – we thought we’d ease into it very gently and let her get used to the idea of just sitting on it for now.
Thankfully Little Miss doesn’t seem at all concerned about moving on at nursery. She’ll be accompanied by one of her little friends and will be reunited with several others she’s very fond of who have already ‘graduated’ to the next class. She’s had a number of acclimatisation sessions, which have all been fine, and her new room has a big kitchen corner she loves, new ‘babies’ (dolls) and a pair of gerbils! What more could a toddler want?!
I think it’s Mummy that might need to be brave. Wish me luck!