Last Tuesday was Henri’s (MY BABY!!!) first day of preschool. Not surprisingly, I was a wreck, but managed to hold it in until he’d been dropped off. McKnight accompanied us, which was a good thing–otherwise, I’d probably never have left (MY BABY!!!).
In typical Henri fashion, he was absolutely fine. His only sign of distress was when I told him Mommy & Daddy were leaving. Sort of under his breath, in his crazy voice, he said: “That’s cra-azy.” But he was fine! This is the kid (MY BABY!!!) who was grateful for his own room at 9 months, so, yeah. Not surprised.
Teacher’s Note from the first day: Henri “quietly observed” what we did today. That’s my cautious guy. 
When I dropped him off today, new faux-hawk all spiked up, there was another kid–a 2-year-old–screaming like hell for his mom. I had to thank the Lord that my child doesn’t do that. Truly, I wouldn’t be able to leave. Also, it made me proud. Way to go, H-man! No need to freak out when the mom-mom leaves.
Last night at the dinner table: “Why do I only go to school 2 days when I want to go right now?” Whoa, now. That’s taking it a little far… Mom-mom needs to work up to this full time separation thing.
I remember the first time I dropped my son off, he cried so much and didn’t want to go. When he got home later, he was so happy, he had so much fun and told me all about his day.
The next day, he cried and didn’t want to go. This went on for months…. lol