Papa and The Boy on the first day of school.
I'm a cold-hearted snake. No, really, I am. I did the most terrible thing yesterday to The Boy. I sent him to pre-school! We've wanted to expose The Boy to a school-like environment for a while - or at least a Mama-free zone - for a number of reasons, but mostly because I am the center of his world and that can't be good! Trust me. I am the center of my world and look how I turned out.
He had no idea what he was in for when we arrived at school and it wasn't until I started to leave that the meltdown began. I was pretty sure, though, that he would settle down as soon as I got out the door. That's what happens when we have a babysitter, after all. So off I went to run errands and have a little free time (with The Girl). The four hours of relative freedom flew by, and I was pretty confident that The Boy probably felt the same. The moment I walked into school and saw The Boy's sweatshirt on the ground and his Thomas the Tank Engine winter hat on his head, I knew it hadn't been a good day. The Boy saw me and started to bawl. That's when 3-year-old Sebastian told me, "He cried all day." The teacher assured me that he didn't cry all day... just when she couldn't hold him. But once we got in the car he seemed like he was back to his old self. He counted to ten and said, "Bye everybody." Maybe he was just psyched to be on his way home. Last night when we told Papa about The Boy's first day at school, I tried to highlight all the fun stuff like snack, the other kids, lunch, coloring, crafts, and all The Boy could say was "cwy-ing, cwy-ing" at which point Papa asked if we had to send him again. I'm a cold-hearted snake, so you can imagine my response.
The Boy was really excited this morning and in a good mood. We put a new outfit on him (size 3 overalls and he doesn't have much room for growth) and we had a nice breakfast. Afterward, The Boy was running around the house with my purse and a cloth flower saying, "Hold on! Hold on!" When I put lotion on my hands, he wanted some and rubbed it on his hands and forearms. I think he thought that if he showed me how cute he was I wouldn't send him to school. I mean, who wouldn't want to watch him do that all day! No, seriously, who wouldn't want to watch that? But I am a cold-hearted snake, so we got in the car.
The teacher's (and Sebastian's) report for today was much better. He only cried once! And when I went to pick him up, he didn't want to leave. I actually had to chase him down to get his shoes on. The only way I enticed him out to the car was to tell him I had a cup of milk and Pooh bear waiting for him. And I actually had a cup of milk and Pooh bear out in the car. I mean, I'm a cold-hearted snake and all, but I am not a monster!
The Boy trying to distract me with his cuteness on School Day 2.
