Today I tried taking D1 to a story time for one year olds at the library. This was more for my social benefit than for hers. She naturally was more interested in the giant balls than in the other kids, except when she or the ball collided with one. This is the age for Parallel Play, or so the books say.
It's easy to differentiate the only children from the children with older siblings, even before the mothers mention the one they have to pick up at preschool. The only children are the ones in adorable, perfectly-coordinated ensembles. The younger children are wearing slightly rumpled knit play clothes. (D1 was not quite coordinated, because she keeps outgrowing all her shoes.)
I'm not sure I'm cut out for this Toddler business. I can manage "This Little Piggy" and even "The Wheels on the Bus" in the privacy of my own home, but I feel like a fool marching around and singing in mixed company. On the plus side, I learned some family-friendly lyrics to "What Shall We Do With a Drunken Sailor?"
On the whole, it was a fun outing. We shall have to try it again. And maybe I will get so far as exchanging names, and not just ages of children, with some of the other moms.