Someone hand me a tissue please! My little girl and best little buddy is now officially in school!
Squirt has been very excited about this all week long. "How many more days Momma?" she would ask. She was quick to go to bed early - if not to adjust her sleeping schedules - it was as if by sleeping she could make this wonderful day come faster.
Not so last night. No, she was itching with excitement and anxiety. Jon spied her awake at 1:30 this morning but nothing stopped her from jumping out of bed when I came in to wake her up.
On with the Peter Pan blouse, school uniform and little black patent leather Mary Jane shoes. Afterward, I wrestled with the crazy curls and imprisoned some with a pretty uniform bow. It was all I could do to get her to eat breakfast this morning as she was ready to run out the door!
Down with breakfast and on went her backpack - this kid was raring to go!
Out the front door and to the car she skipped, just like an astronaut ready to take a trip into space. That huge backpack sure made it appear that way!
The nervousness and anxiety kicked into full gear once we arrived at school. Her fast paced skipping steps turned into slow motion shuffles. Daddy encouraged her from the front as I took pictures and pushed her from the rear.
Soon we were there! In her new classroom, with her new teacher and fresh new faces of potential best friends.
Her nervousness was still evident as we left her in class. In fact, my tummy is turning right now. I can't wait to hear about her day when she comes home this afternoon.
It's been so long I've practically forgot about them. School programs, a time when you put on a little show, play or Christmas pageant for your parents. My own mother never missed a single one and today I was reminded on how excited I was when I spotted her sitting in the audience.
Like today, Squirt's Pre-K Thanksgiving Party when she finally spotted us among the other parents. The tell tale squeal of joy, the jumping up and down and waving - it all came rushing back to me.
It was a cute little program and worth cutting a few hours out and away from work for. Every parent brought a cover dish meal and we all pigged out on Turkey, stuffing and all the fixings. It was all good, however as I sit here writing this blog post four hours later - something that I ate isn't happy inside of me. Thank heavens for Pepto Bismo.
After dinner the kids sang and put on a little show for us:
Yeah, I know a bit chaotic but not too bad considering there were 40 rambunctious and excited pre-schoolers running about.
Oh, and they loved our Ninja Turkey - he came in 3rd place and successfully managed to slip by the Thanksgiving feast uncooked. Or like Dr. John suggested - Ninja Turkey looked a little too tough to eat anyway.
