Yesterday Savannah and London headed out for the first day of preschool with Mrs. Jill. Aidan is also in their class which made it easier - as I'm sure being together did too. I decided to put them together in the same class (London's in the 4-year old class even though she's only 3) because I didn't want to be running around all day at different times to pick up/drop off both of them. I also wanted to have a block of alone time to work on my BYU schoolwork and get this degree thing finished! And that's not even mentioning how nice it will be in March when I have a new baby and have that time alone with him/her. So, I figure London can handle all those 4-year olds and she'll be extra excited to be in Jill's class again next year and be the pro.
Savannah woke up at 6:30 ready to go. I told her to go play quietly because it was way too early! So Nate and I hear her in the other room looking at books and this is what we heard:
"S is for Savannah" "L is for London" and various other letters being reviewed.
Then it was on to the colors as she would say all the colors. It was so cute -- getting ready to learn!!!
I have gone through various emotions with this preschool thing. A couple weeks ago I got really sad thinking that I would miss them both for 3 hours 3 days a week - and then London would probably come home and nap on top of that!
but then last week happened. . .
And last week was one of the worst parenting weeks of my life! I just felt like it was all falling apart: the girls started fighting and arguing everyday and sassing back to me which they have never done before. I just did not want to deal with it and preschool couldn't come fast enough -- so my sadness flew out the window and quickly feelings of anticipation replaced them as I looked forward to Monday.
And it finally arrived.
Savy and London acted cool, calm and collected on the way there.
Afterwards I didn't get much information out of them until London was napping and I sat down alone with Savy to hear all about school. In fact, all London would say was that they got cheese crackers and apples for a snack. Savy, however, went on and on with entertaining details of the day which is great because last year she had this weird thing about everything being a secret and I couldn't know. Probably the funniest thing she said was this:
"We have a boy named Collin in our class, but he's not the real Collin."
She was referring to my sister, Megan's, little boy Collin. Apparently anyone else named Collin isn't real. Then I laughed and she realized what she'd said and tried to fix it:
"I mean, he's not pretend, he's real, but he's not our Collin." Much better.