He was so ready. As soon as we walked into his classroom, he confidently stated to me, "Ok Mommy. Bye."
And tonight at dinner, all we could drag out of him was that 1) the story at circle time was "Tiger Goes to School"; and 2) that he made NO new friends today (but he said this with a weird sense of 3 year old pride).
As for the lone survivor Baby, he didn't take the boyz' absence too well. He cried (just like he did all last week) when he realized he wasn't getting on the school bus with Eldest;
He cried because he wanted to put his new school shoes on like Middle (yeah, he didn't get new school shoes so I wasn't quite sure which hand-me-down footwear he had in mind);
He cried because he wanted to wear his backpack;
He cried when he realized he wasn't getting into the car to go to preschool;
And then he shrieked (and I may have cursed) when we both realized that PBS changed their frigging TV lineup and Sesame Street wasn't on at 8 a.m. Of course I had to capture
Hang in there buddy. Just one more year until you get to be a Big Boy like your brothers!