Gardner went to the open house at church last night to see his new classroom (which he's already played in all week as I volunteered here and there). He played for a while, then darted out of the room into the next one. He steered cleverly into the rooms with the most activity and most children. He walks right up fearlessly and begins to play and talk with them. Most kids don't know how to take Gardner. I am thrilled that he's so outgoing; it make me happy (since I'm not).

I felt like a new parent going to my child's school's orientation for the first time. My mind suddenly fast-forwarded three or four years ahead to when Garder starts elementary school. No! I didn't want to think about that yet! But still, I can take comfort in the fact that he'll know what to do when we get there....he even pulled out the little plastic chairs from the tables and sat down expertly, hands outstretched on the tabletop, eyes bright, ready to learn.

He literally cried when I picked him up from his fun and took him outside to go home. I guess having too much fun to leave is the best type of problem. :)