I resisted every urge to dress him up like a little man, and instead, I let him wear his favorite shirt. After all, the whole premise of this particular preschool program is learning through play. No sense in getting him all gussied up, right?
In full disclosure, however, I may have spent an abnormal amount of time in MY closet, trying to figure out what to wear.
Who AM I?!
|We had a few minutes to spare before they opened the doors, so B tried out the swings at his new school.|
|Once we walked into his classroom and met his teachers, Ms. A showed us where his coat hook was located.|
|We also found papers to bring home in his cubby.|
|He was thoroughly fascinated by the smart board (and, of course, he found the classroom vacuum).|
|He tried out the chairs in the reading corner.|
|He discovered the joys of a wall-mounted pencil sharpener, and as soon as he found out what it was, he tested it out.|
|B is feeling better about the prospect of preschool!|
|A blurry attempt at a family photo!|
Tonight, when I went into B's room to kiss him goodnight, he made his nightly request for me to cuddle him "for a little bit." As I snuggled in next to him, he rolled over onto his back, put his hands behind his head like a little man, and inquired conversationally, "So, Mommy. How was your day?"
I laughed and replied, "It was pretty good, buddy. I'm really glad you enjoyed visiting your school."
We chatted for a little bit, and then I gave him "enough kisses to last through the night."
When we found out I was pregnant with B, we started writing him letters in a journal. We wrote in it nearly weekly while I was pregnant, and then at least monthly during the first year of his life. Once we moved here, it became increasingly sporadic. I haven't written in it once since A was born (although I've written many a letter in my head!).
I thought tonight would be a perfect night to write a letter. A very long letter.
Suffice it to say, there are not enough tissues in our house.