Today was Leah Mae's very first day of preschool. Just look at our little peach.
See that little yellow t-shirt she's wearing? That frumpy little school shirt? Well, I've been feeling all curmudgeonly today because, after attending the preschool open house, Sam instructed me, very explicitly I might add, that Leah was supposed to wear her school t-shirt on the first day of class. He rattled off this entire detailed explanation about how the teachers use them to keep track of the three year olds until they really get to know their class. Makes sense.... So, I begrudgingly dressed Leah for the first day in her class duds and strolled off to school. And guess who wasn't wearing their class t-shirts? Everybody else. Oh, except her teacher. She was wearing one, too. Poor Leah Lou. Twinners on the very first day with the teacher! I mean, talk about social suicide. As for Sam's instructions, well, they were apparently just part of some pipe dream he conjured up...
Can I just be completely honest for a second here and say that preschool sortof creeps me out? Cause it does. In a tiny, itty-bitty way. I think it's because everything is so warm and fuzzy that I feel like it's a little twilight zoney and can't possibly be real. For the most part, the over-the-top fuzz suits my fancy just fine, and I find myself getting sucked in and becoming the cheesiest mom on the block... but a small part of me feels all suspect and shifty about it.
I think I blame Ms. Lippy:
Don't pretend you don't know exactly what I'm talking about.
Her school is a precious little Christian academy that starts each day with a 20 minute "worship" in the form of singing, bible-ing and praying. Parents are invited to stay and participate and I'm happy to report that Leah tried to take over the entire event. I struggled to keep her in line for the first ten minutes, juggling baby Eve and getting all beet red and sweaty, and then the teacher looked over and gave her some jedi-mind-trick head-nod and Leah's eyes glazed over and she returned instantly to her seat for the duration. I think she's gonna do just fine.
Anyway! Here's the bell of the ball when I picked her up. She was over the moon to see me. For about 5 seconds. And then she realized I was there to take her away from school and I instantly became public enemy numero uno. I couldn't have been happier.
I luff her.
2 comments:
I know what you mean, especially about Ms. Lippy (who would leave their baby with her??), but luckily my sister is a Pre-School teacher, so I now picture all of them to be like her. Hendrik still has another year or so before we have to start that, but I think dropping him off at daycare has prepared me rather well.
Talk about little heart breakers! Both of your minnis are too cute.
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