My little baby started preschool last week and I have to say that I am so proud of her. She is handling the transition extremely well. Mommy, on the other hand, still can't believe that I have a baby in school and in less than six months, I will have three babies in school.
(Accept the noise in the photos of this post. It's arty. It works. ISO was set at 1600. Sigh.)
I had made arrangements with the school so that Rich and I could bring Anna in to meet her teachers and classmates the week before she started. She happily walked into the school with us, met her teachers, sat at a table and worked on a puzzle. She wouldn't talk though so I felt compelled to mention to her teacher twenty times that she talks all the time. With many words. In long sentences.
When the big day arrived, we decided that it would be best if we kept the first day as every day would be so Grammy and sissies dropped Anna off at the school. Anna asked Grammy if she was going to go in with her and when Grammy told her no, Anna bravely walked in with a teacher. Grammy did ask the teacher during pick-up if Anna had cried. We were told that she only had one big tear on her cheek.
Anna says that she likes school and interestingly enough has told Allie and Em that they need to go to their own school next year. Looks like I don't have to worry about fighting to place them in the same class.
And it probably doesn't need to be said but I will say it anyway. Anna is the smallest in her class. She is tiny.