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.
Parenting Henri 