Calli, I'm glad you're unblinvisible, now.
Owen's with the sitter this morning. No separation anxiety--yet (for him, anyway. Maybe some for me). His friend Ethan was already there so they both headed for the toy bin without looking back at me. We'll see how he does for a whole day. I hope he has fun.
This is good. I'm glad for Owen. May this continue to just be a fun new thing for him. The first few times I dropped Ben off at pre-school (he was a lot older than O--three and a half) I thought I was going to be sick. I had much more separation anxiety than he did. His came later on, and then again at kindergarten, but it was never bad to the point where I felt badly dropping him off. I think Julia and Chris had it a little worse (but even then, not bad).
My theory was that the first child, being a default only child for however long that lasts, has some extra security while he remains the only child, and even after those usurpers come along, he keeps some of it, because a little part of him is always king of the world.