First Day of School

I enrolled Thomas in a little Preschool program at Providence Luthern Church in Lexington just one day a week for now. I wasn't nervous at all about him going and I was really excited for him to get to play for a few hours with kids his own age. Several of my friends have their kids enrolled there and everyone had nothing but great things to say about the program and teachers. Thomas has never once struggled with seperation anxiety when we have left him anywhere and we have left him in lots of different nursery situations over the past 2 years. So, his official first day of school was suppose to be April 15th, but he was sick with a cold and ear infection... ick! So the next Wednesday I got up early and got him all packed up and clothes laid out and then woke him up. Yes- I did say I had to wake him up! For those of you that I have not bragged to (if there are any of you out there), he sleeps most nights from 8:30pm-8:30am! Are we lucky or what??? So, anyway, I woke him up about 8:15... look at that sweet thing...



... I got him all dressed up (it just happened to be picture day at school), fed him a good breakfast, and we hit the road! I was really excited, but I guess I should have known from this face that it wasn't going to be a good day...

When we drove up at the school, he started babbling away and threw his blankets out of his carseat like he was really excited too. We got out of the car and he ran straight into the church and right to his classroom. The preschool director asked me if I was sure I wanted to go in his room with him and I told her it was no problem that he was going to be just fine. Little did I know that about 30 seconds later he was going to be putting on the brakes and refusing to go into his room. I really couldn't believe it. I picked him up and took him into his room and showed him the choo-choo trains and some dinosaurs and (yay!) he started playing with them. So, I took the opportunity to try and sneak out and he caught me and wrapped his arms around my leg and wouldn't let go. The poor teacher had to pry him off of my pants and hold him kicking and screaming while I quickly made my way out of the room. He didn't cry like that the entire time, but when I went to pick him up they said he was like that off and on throughout the day. I even picked him up outside on the playground and he was crying! Poor guy- I have no idea what got into him, but hardly before we got out of the parking lot, I turned around in my seat to find this...


I think he must have just been having an off morning because the very next day when I left him in the nursery at Mt. Horeb where I attend a ladies bible study, he went right in and didn't even look back. I even had to chase him down to put his name tag on his back! Who knows- this is such a crazy age! Luckily his second day at school was much, much better. He watched me leave, so I was afraid that he was going to cry, but he did just fine!