Well, we did it! Survived our first day of preschool. It's hard to believe we started this process all the way back in February and here we are, starting the school year. Audrey was very excited when we were getting dressed this morning and even cracked half a smile for this picture before we left the house:
Once we arrived she was less sure about the whole thing, as I tried to take her picture underneath the "name sign" where she leaves her backpack and lunchbox each day:
And then we got inside the classroom and all hell broke loose. One kid started wailing and then it spread like wildfire. Suddenly all the other kids started thinking, "maybe this place does kinda suck if he's crying, so I'd better cry and try to get the hell outta here too." Cue meltdowns all around. I finally pried Audrey's arms from around my neck, handed her to the teacher, and made my escape. I knew she would be fine and sure enough, 5 minutes later she was sitting at the table coloring.
In all of this commotion I'm pretty sure I identified the class bully. He was trying to get out of the classroom and back to his mom, and some poor little boy was in the way. Rather than walk by the bully basically clocked this kid. Not joking. And rather than make him apologize his mom just walked him back into the classroom. He's also 3 years old because his birthday was 4 days after the cut-off date for the 3-year old class so he's basically twice the size of all the other kids. Oh, and his name is Drayton (do people just make up names these days?) which rhymes with Satan. I'm just sayin'...
To wrap up the day I took Audrey and her friend Jack out for frozen yogurt (okay, I wanted some too) and we celebrated surviving day one. Now we get to do it all over again on Friday!