I would post pictures but google and I are at odds, and this is probably the end of our friendship. I refuse to pay $5 a month to host my pictures on my blog.
Anyway, school was wonderful.
Dropped J off, no big deal, other than the massive amount of parents parking and doing the same thing. Which is why we walked. I don't live nine tenths of a mile away for nothing. Problem is I have to push my four year on old on the front of the stroller with her baby brother, and I'm 16 weeks pregnant. Which means I have done no exercise in at least 10 weeks. 1.8 miles pushing two kids in the sun in August was a lot, I was super exhausted when we got home.
My daughter is in afternoon Pre-K she had a hard time waiting all morning. When it was finally time to take her, we drove. I'm a lazy american what can I say. I thought I might cry a little in the car ride over, but I held strong. Then once we dropped her off (I was the second mom to leave, no need for long good byes). I was carrying Turbo the baby out with me. I kept giving him kisses as we walked, then I thought I would cry because I was so overjoyed that he and I got our alone time together again. We came home and took naps, (we had a very full and exhausting morning) and then woke up and made phones calls. (I only have 5 and half months left of just he and me as the baby.)
Then it was time for pick up, N gets out 20 minutes before J, so we waited in the car while it rained. N loved school so much she didn't want to go home. She has two kids from last year in her class, our next door neighbor, and two boys from church. I loved that she loved school.
J said school was fine, and upon questioning him, he told me lots, but overall the first day was slightly boring and uneventful for him. I love his school though, I love that his special teachers remember him and his personality. Pick up was great because all the teachers remember him and me.