Preschool officially started today. I have two going to school and one at home… so weird. And, yes, I cried when I dropped him off. You’d think you’d get used to this stuff. I can’t help it. It tugs at my heart to see my little guy so confident walking into his preschool class. He’s his own person and not so much an extension of me anymore. And as freeing as that is for me…I”m gonna miss the little bugger.
Here’s some pics of the day, but first a small disclaimer. I am holding out to do laundry this weekend, which means we are down to the bare minimum, which also means Owen’s not wearing the cutest outfit to the first day of preschool. Sorry, Bug, I promise to get it right for the first day of kindergarten.
on our way
saying, “cheese”
trying to get a cute brother pose
He was so excited. He said, “mommy, you stay at your house?” He wanted to make sure I wasn’t staying with him.
Picking him up… looks a little tuckered out back there.
upset because I didn’t bring a snack
over it
wishing he could stay a little longer