|Reading to Ash before school.|
|Posing in front of the school.|
|Walking into school as the shadows of Mommy and Little Brother cheer him on.|
|The fateful steps to his classroom.|
I was pretty anxious to pick up Spencer, to hear all about his first day of preschool. I found him in the classroom, his jacket falling off his shoulders, backpack by his side, wearing a big grin. He was one of the last kids left and his excitement was contagious. The teacher commented that they could use a bunch more students like him.
|Putting his folder in a mailbox.|
|Bye, Mommy! You can leave now!|
|Homework assignment: Self portrait.|
|Waiting to go on the 2nd day.|
The second day seemed to be just as fun as the first. I try to grill him for details since I'm curious to know how he spent his time away from me, but he isn't very forthcoming with the information just yet. This is where the folder comes into play. Every day after school I open the green folder as if it's a coveted Christmas present, excited to see what's inside. The first day I discovered a picture of a train that Spencer had colored with a BINGO dabber, a newsletter, and a homework assignment. The second day wasn't nearly as juicy, just a form I neglected to fill out completely.
|Second day of preschool.|
Spencer giggles when I tell him he's so lucky to go to preschool and that I wish I could go, too. Then he sobers and tells me no, that it's his school, I'm too big. He watches the little bus that drops off and picks up the kids and says he's going to ride it, too, and unquestionably accepts my answer that he can ride it when he goes to the "big school." I am not completely certain what my definition of the "big school" is just yet. Kindergarten? Elementary school? Surely middle school, right? Some day he will ride the bus to school, but right now I am savoring every little moment I have left where he's still mostly mine.
How did Ashton and I spend our time...?
|Finished a quilt the first day.|
|I scrapbooked during Ash's nap the second day, and then we played on the deck once he woke up. He must have decided Mommy is pretty cool to play with, too, so he didn't sleep the entire time again.|
|This is how Ashton plays. He crawls all over me. He's a mover!|
|Pretty soon these little feet will be walking away from me, too.|