The big guy in question moved to the toddler day care room. It went smoothly, for the most part. He really didn’t want us to drop him off at the beginning of the week. By the end of the week, he didn’t want to go home. I’m told this is normal.
Also, we replaced our car. Not because we wanted to, but because I managed to somehow allow my three-and-a-half-year-old Chevy roll down a large hill and into some trees. It’s one of those weird events that doesn’t really fully make sense. Suffice to say the following are facts: I park at a designated spot near my work; that spot is on top of a hill; my car rolled down the hill after I’d left it and was at work. Campus security gave me the call, informing me, well, that my car appears to have fallen into a ravine. But, nobody hurt nor other cars were in the Chevy’s final path. We tend to expect bad things to happen this way from a distance; in this case, I really didn’t think anything of the car when I left.
Anyway, we carry the necessary insurance, and I was grateful for the result. we replaced the car in a few days.
