Here are some photos from our morning.
Nora might have been a bit nervous before we left.Haha! I just realized there was a toy juxtaposition that I missed
that's bombing this photo. Can you find it?
(I've started an album on FB called "Nora's Juxtapositions"
that involve all of her weird, silly toy and other random item pairings.
Here she is wearing her backpack that she
got from Uncle Jerm and Aunt Marlene.
This was how Henry looked when it was "go time."
Nora's by the back door, ready to go (playing with her kitty and penguin).
"Okay. Let's go."
"Come on, Mom!"
Sitting in the "circle" in class. (She has on sticker earrings, by the way.)
She was the first in line to go play in the gym.
Here she is wondering why nobody else is getting in line with her.
We're waiting for a bit to inside to get Nora, here. (We were a bit early.)
He wasn't into a second photo. Obviously.
I think she liked it. I can't really tell. Ha!
Believe it or not, I didn't cry! I was sure I would. I think I got so overwhelmed with watching some of the other kids really freak out when their mothers were leaving. I got caught up in watching their strife, and then, seeing the anxiety on all the mothers' faces (Nora kept saying, "Mommy, that baby is saaad"). I somehow missed my sad moment. I guess, maybe, part of me was relieved that my kid wasn't screaming and crying. While it saddens me a little that she's so independent (moms like to be needed), I was glad that she was able to take this stressful situation and shrug it off so easily. It made me happy and so proud! I was so glad to see her at the end of class, though! She even gave Henry a hug when she came out. It was so stinkin' sweet.
And now, she's taking a pretty serious nap. She was nearly too tired to talk about her experience! I hope to get some more information out of her when she wakes up this afternoon.
In other news, Henry had his one-year checkup at the doctor today. He clocked in at 21 pounds, 6 ounces, and 30 inches in height.
Who knew these kids would grow this fast?
Unfreakingbelivable.How in the name of Dora is that child old enough for preschool?Those pigtails are precious, by the way.It's nice that you know how to do her hair. That was not my mother's gift, but Lord how she tried......and failed.
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