moving up

Yesterday, at church, was the day the kids advanced to new classrooms. Since Charlie is now three, he, along with three other kids, got to move to the 3 yr old classroom for Sunday school. To be honest, I've been dreading this. Charlie doesn't so well with change. I had prompted him the night before that he would be moving to a new classroom that was downstairs. He got excited! The thought of getting to go downstairs thrilled him since he rarely gets to. We also talked about him getting a new teacher, Ms. Karen. Sunday morning rolled around and we talked about it some more while getting dressed and on our way to the building. He seemed to be ok with the idea but I wasn't so sure.

When we arrived, we went through our usual routine of going to the potty. I tried to convince him to use the bathroom downstairs but had no luck. However, once we got downstairs, he decided he wanted to use that potty as well. I wasn't sure if this was a stalling tactic or not. As we walked downstairs, Nicholas came in the door behind us. He was already crying. Um, not a good sign as he is one of the other kids in Charlie's class. After our visit to the potty, I took Charlie to his classroom. He hesitated for a second because new people were talking to and approaching him but then he just walked right on in and sat down in a chair. No tears! He knows Ms. Karen somewhat. Ms. Charlotte was in there as well so that may have helped some. I put his bag down and walked out! Whoa! Did that really happen or was that a dream? I was expecting the leg-clinging, squawling Charlie that I've come to know so well. So, I walked back up the stairs in shock but I was thankful and excited.