This is a happy post. A h-a-p-p-y Post!
I can hear the collective sigh of relief from the blogosphere. No lamenting, or tears, or apologizing. Just giddiness.
Ben started 3 year old preschool today.
Oh, I know you are all apprehensively recalling the tear laden post from Allison's first day of school, (it was an emotional month wasn't it?) but you will find none of that here. Ben and I have been counting down the days until he could start 3-day-threes. 2-day-twos was a roaring success last year and he couldn't wait to go back. In fact, his excitement last night was so overwhelming he couldn't stop jumping. Everywhere he went he was jumping. And saying "I don't want to wait til tomorrow, I want to go to school today!" He even told his father all about the grapes I was packing in his tacky "Cars" lunchbox. (Oh yes, I totally caved.)
He won't eat the grapes. Not a one. But they will be not-eaten at school. And that makes them marvelous.
And who could be unhappy in the midst of such rapture? And 3.5 Ben-free-hours, 3-days-a-week. Oh yes, there was a momentary twinge as he hopped out of the car and waved goodbye this morning. A twinge of "There goes my big boy. Sigh. He won't miss me at all" but a twinge was all it was. Because he is a big boy. And he won't miss me at all!
Here's the pictures of him this morning. They aren't the best. He wasn't really all about the pictures as they were delaying the moment he was going to get in the van.
To go to school.
(Edited to add silly pictures taken when he returned home from school and was reunited with Clara. A morning apart did them a world of good!)