First day of Preschool

Not until last night was I really nervous about the huge change of sending Jack to preschool.  He’s so excited and has been asking all summer when school starts.  I’ve been excited too, because I would have the mornings to work.  As of now, I do most of the stuff for this blog, as well as any other project I’ve got on my plate, once he’s in bed.  So having Jack in preschool is a win-win for everyone.  Yesterday he was practicing, “Hi, my name is Jack.  What’s your name?” over and over again.  My heart nearly exploded it was so adorable.

This morning we made a list of everything he was excited about: talking about Toy Story with his friends, playing with new toys, seeing Oscar (one of his best little buddies who is going to the same school), running fast, using a tiny kid toilet, space, eating food, and singing tiny songs.  He was so excited to get into the car it was hard to get him to sit still and smile normal for a photo – he only let me take four, so I decided to share them all.

I scrapped the post I was planning today – I didn’t like the way the project turned out and didn’t care to put the effort into fixing it.  All I wanted to do was to upload these hilarious photos of Jack and talk about how surprisingly emotional I was about walking out the door of his preschool this morning.  I didn’t expect to feel so distraught over sending him to school.  I woke up with that nervous first day of school knot in my stomach, which magnified  the closer we got to school.  I waited until Dan and I were back in the car to start crying, so that was good.  I felt like a failure as I was telling Dan how I should have reminded to tell his teachers when he has to use the bathroom, I should have been the one to introduce him to some friends before we left.  Maybe we shouldn’t of left so quickly?  Do the teachers think we’re the worst since we didn’t stay long?  I briefly entertained the thought having Dan turn around, and heading back inside to make sure he was alright, but that seemed like a crazy parent move.  Deep down I know he’s alright, and even if he is sad or missing me he’s surrounded by such a loving staff of ladies who know exactly what to do with a little guy missing his mama.  Oh my god.  I am a blubbering mess.

I really am so happy and excited for him.  Preschool is going to be so much fun.

P.S.  The winner of the cookbook is announced over here!  There will be another chance to win tomorrow!!!