Preschool

Bryce started Preschool last month. He is keeping the tradition alive and attending the same Preschool his big brother and sister did. He was very familiar with everything, even before the first day. When Bradley was in Preschool, Bryce and I used to drop him off in the morning. Bryce would scream and cry when it was time to leave. He wanted to stay and play, too.

Now is the day of his glory.

Daddy walked him in. Nothing makes you feel braver than when you are holding Daddy’s hand.

He hung up his bag and washed his paws.

He checked himself in.

He said hello to his teachers, Miss Joyce and Miss Wilma, (which are beautiful, by the way).

(I couldn’t snag a picture of Wilma the first day, so I stole this off her FB page…hopefully she forgives me).

Then it was bucket time. We stayed and played for a few minutes.

When it was time for us to go, there were tears. Being left behind wasn’t as fun as he imagined it would be.

Courtney and I grabbed breakfast around the block, and we came back to spy on him.

Thankfully, Miss Wilma was in the hall when we got there. She told me that Bryce had only cried for a minute and was all settled in and happy now.

I didn’t even have to spy.

When I picked him up at lunch time, he ran to me. yelling. “Mama! Mama! Mama! I MISSED YOU! I LOVE YOU, Mama!!

I melted into a puddle of goo.

Big, tight hug around the neck…over and over and over again.

I wish EVERY day could be a first day.