"I am going to be shy."
I've come to realize such statements are more of a wish than reality. She may not jump in with both feet, but girlfriend is taking notes.
Since Silas had a follow-up visit with the pediatric urologist, and my mom (who, with my father, who has taken Annabel when we need a "babysitter") had a dentist appointment, I decided it was time to take the new sitter for a test run.
It had been a good morning. She ate cereal, peas and corn (don't ask) and was in the car and ready to go to Terri's house by 7:30 a.m. When we got there Terri's son was waiting outside, ready for a playtime bonanza. He was ready to hunt dinosaurs, capture sharks or swing through the jungle vines. Annabel just wanted to watch.
She clung to my pants leg and defiantly informed Terri that her old sitter loved her and she likewise.
She didn't want to be disloyal, but she did want to play on the rope swing. She wanted to do projects and watch a Land Before Time. She wanted to eat lunch and oatmeal cookies.
When I told her it was time for me to go, she just said 'bye' as happily as if she were saying hello.
When I returned, she was happy to say hello but in no hurry to say goodbye.