His first day was a little sketchy. Jason and I took him to school Tuesday morning and he immediately started playing with the toys in his room and sitting at the table that was just his height. He could have cared less about us. We gave him a kiss goodbye and he continued to investigate his surroundings. It felt great - like we had successfully parented him to a well adjusted 18 month old who would have fun at school. Fast forward to me walking through the door to pick him up only to find him sobbing in the teachers arms.
{{que heart dropping to stomach}}
He had a rough day. He would play a little and then start crying. I am sure he was wondering what in the hell his mommy and daddy did to him...Why did they leave me here? Are they ever coming back? Oh the guilt!
His second day was better...and today he had a fun day once I exited the building (to the sound of his screaming cries). When I arrived to pick him up he did not see me and I was able to watch him for about 10 minutes. Banging musical sticks together while singing If You're Happy and You Know It and then waving a ribbon ring all around. How fun it was to peek at him interacting and having a good time with Miss Shelly and all of his friends.
{{que content, swelling, happy heart!}}
We will see how next week goes. Tuesday should be interesting after being home for four days!
Arriving at School!
Dad says we have to get rid of the Clifford backpack!
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