The Little Angel Hits the Yellow Brick Road

The little angel is escaping from Oz.  The $150 in various daycare waiting-list applications has finally paid off!  She will entering the Emerald City on March 7, sans obstacles.

I'm happy and sad. I'm happy that she is escaping the threat of the one-year-old room at Oz (I actually have grown fond of the grandmas in Infant II, but I'm freaked out by the standard-stereotypical-daycare-worker-types in Pooh's Pals, or whatever it's called), but I'm sad that this comes at a time when we're trying to move. She may not be there long. However, it could be a sign from God that This Old House really WILL NEVER SELL, and he's throwing us a divine condolence prize.