Sauntering Vaguely Downward

Humuhumu has been making visits to the next room up (2-3 year-olds) at her nursery, during her last few weeks there. We're moving her to a nursery closer to home at the end of this month. We have mixed feelings about this. Her current nursery, attached to the university, is fantastic and she's settled well there. But it costs the bloke two hours of commuting time per day, mostly in the car, to get her there and back. I use the train when I'm on my own, and that takes even longer (and, stupidly, is more expensive per week than the cost of petrol + parking). It's been getting harder as she becomes more aware of her surroundings and gets bored. And it's dull for him too, especially knowing that the university is less than fifteen miles from our house. That's how appalling the traffic is.

So anyway, we're moving her. She's loving being in with the bigger kids, which is a relief, because she'll be going straight into the 2-3 year-old room at her new nursery. Anyway, one of the carers in the big-kid room made one of my favourite comments about her yet.

"She's got a really strong personality behind her, doesn't she," she said, smiling at me.
"Yes, that's one way of putting it," I joked cautiously.
"She don't take no crap from anybody," grinned the carer. "She's gonna be fine."