boy oh boy. yesterday, it was 70 degrees out. today, there is a 14 degree wind chill. poor little BC. her class trip to the zoo was cancelled today because frozen preschoolers are just not fun. (defrosting them is hell.) so i went downtown only to turn tail and return. but not after spending a little bit of time with BC and her little buddies.

now the thing that amazes me ceaselessly is how people tell me what an independent little girl she is. how she rules the roost in the room. how people sometimes forget they are talking to a 3-year-old because she is so verbal and mature. (the maturity thing is clearly not from me, i assure you.) of course, when *i* show up at her school, i am faced with my little blonde-headed klingon. she clings to my leg, she hangs on my words, she doesn't want me out of her sight. as much as i adore such undivided adoration (and G-d knows it will probably be the only time in my adult life that i receive it), it is a bit unnerving. i love to come to school and read books with her friends and even let her pals pretend i am their patient while they stick pretend needles into my arm and wrap tourniquets just a *wee* bit too tightly on my arm. but i always feel like i am somehow disrupting her routine when i am there and that this must be a terribly selfish thing i am doing.

fortunately, one of her teachers came up to me after noticing this. she told me that all kids are like this. when mom or dad show up, the kid instantly changes. so apparently, i am not doing anything bad, disruptive, or even wrong.

yay. i can stop flagellating myself now.