There are very, very few things that I miss about living in Virginia: the few friends that I have there; the Metro, which I find astronomically easier than the MBTA/T/Charlie/train/commuter/WTF/can you please just call D.C. and ask for some best practices; and the fact that our neighborhood was teeming with small children.
Obviously the neighborhood full of kids wasn't of much interest to me until I decided to go and get myself knocked up, but once Jackson was born it was amazing. We were on a dead end street with a playground at each end and every other house had a child under the age of 5. Almost every mom was a SAHM and in the afternoons at about 4:00 all the moms and the kids would be outside riding bikes, playing on the swings, throwing balls, drawing with chalk, or just running around. Instant peer interaction, socialization, and friendship possibilities for both of us!
Now we're here, which I love (although I could do without the winter weather) but we have none of the neighborhood kids. The other people I know with one year olds are infinitely better than I am at finding and making friends with kids. I, apparently, suck at this. Hard.
So tomorrow I'm touring a school! Jackson will be 18 months old in August, which will mean he'll be just old enough to start the toddler program in September. Just two mornings a week - three hours each. I'm excited about him finding new stuff that he loves, making some friends, and acclimating to a little time away from Mama and the house. I hope I like the school. And if I do like it I hope he gets accepted!