One funny story to relate: Mom and Gram are here visiting this weekend, and we went to a Pampered Chef party today at my daycare provider's house. It was a great turnout (at least 25, I'd say), and the consultant acknowledged Abby right away as the youngest in the group. My mom was holding her, and the consultant ask who Abby's mom was, so I put up my hand [proudly :)] and then, as everyone was looking at my little doll her lip started to tremble and then one side dipped low, lower, and she started gasping and crying her scared little cry.
Social anxiety. I didn't know it strikes so early!
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