This morning is our last time dropping Toby off at his daycare (apart from a few hours next Wednesday) – the last full day of daycare for him. Yesterday afternoon we went to check out his new kindergarten, met his teacher, prospective friends and our fellow parents, saw the lunchroom etc, and felt really good about the place. However it’s really strange to be sending him in for his last day. I remember very clearly his first day when he was about 8 months old (maybe I don’t remember his exact age at the time…) and how emotional it was, for me at least. Emma seemed to get it out of her system the night before, and Toby was happy to sit with the other kids and steal toys from them. I, on the other hand, blubbed like a big girl. And this morning I’ve got that strange feeling where things are changing and he’s growing up really fast and is he going to be OK in his new school. Of course he is – he’s very competent and self-aware, but you’d be a different parent than me if you didn’t feel something at this kind of thing.