+ Dancing Queen +
I asked Sylvia (your teacher at daycare) this morning about your dancing. This morning, you just danced around the living room, twirling in circles, bouncing your legs, arms outstreched and singing along to invisible music. I was laughing so hard I thought I'd pee myself. Heh. But I want so much to know what you're singing, so I asked her what you all sing and dance to at school so I can sing along at home. She laughed and thought it was cute that you're doing it at home. Apparently they sing LOTS of different songs and dance. She's going to make me a list. Yay!

It's things like this that really stir up my mixed feelings about daycare. Yes, okay, I admit I feel weird asking other people what my daughter knows or doesn't know. It's a little strange that there's this whole side of your life I don't participate in directly. There's a Ceili that Sylvia gets to see that I probably don't. But on the other hand, you're getting a variety of experiences that I possibly could not have provided for you. Honestly, when I was pregnant I had a near anxiety attack because it dawned on me one day that I didn't really know any nursery rhymes. Okay, I know Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (which incidentally is one of the songs you've been dancing to at school, so we're good there), and Mary Had a Little Lamb. Mmmm, yeah, that's quite the repertoire.

And did I mention the "So Big" thing? We discovered one day, quite by accident, that you've been taught this classic trick. We ask, "How big is Ceili?" And you looks at us expectantly, ready to put your hands in the air when we answer, "SOOO big!" Yeah, Daddy and I did not teach you this. It makes me wonder how many other adorable things you know how to do that we don't have a clue about.

So, on one hand I'm sad that I don't know absolutely everything about you, or about your day, I'm actually kind of excited by the fact that you have so many wonderful opportunities to learn and experience different things. I like finding out new things about you. It's like opening a present every day. Soon you'll be able to start telling me things about your day, and the presents will just get bigger and better. I guess that's what being a parent is all about. Neat.