Delinquents

Yesterday afternoon, Liam and I went to our last playgroup. I thought I might break down and cry by the end, but I'm glad to report that I kept a stiff upper lip. (Laugh at me if you will, but remember, I cry at milestones that most would consider molehills: a graduation to the next size up in diapers, a switch from pureed peas to whole...) Part of the reason I was able to keep my shizz together is that the signals have been building, for several weeks now, that our time is up. Yesterday we had an early childhood literacy specialist as a guest speaker, and this is the third time we've seen her. Enough already. Also, you can see in this photo, which was taken during circle time, that you're supposed to hold your baby and sing to them and do the hand motions to the songs with them as you do so. Liam and Ryan, being old enough to know how to throw a fit now when kept captive against their will, are running amok while the rest of the group is trying to follow along. I bet the OEYC staff are relieved each time a one-year-old quits coming to playgroup.