We dropped James off and drove around aimlessly, killing time before his school started (they were an hour apart--later on we just went home between drop off on his school days).
It was about that time that the nerves started to set in. He looked a little less excited and a little more scared.
We pulled in to the school parking lot, realized I forgot to take a picture at home, got one by the car and headed in.
We found his classroom, he dug into the puzzles on the table.
I took a bunch more pictures, signed him in, gave him a good-bye hug and then full blown panic set in. Tears, screaming, the works.
We found his classroom, he dug into the puzzles on the table.
I took a bunch more pictures, signed him in, gave him a good-bye hug and then full blown panic set in. Tears, screaming, the works.
He'd done so well at his last school, but this was new school and new kids and new teachers he'd never met before.
Eventually he calmed down and I waited out in the hallway a minute to make sure he was alright. I reluctantly went home and started researching homeschooling.
Poppy came home and took his leap pad.
After I picked everybody up (from a very successful day of school) we got froyo as a treat.
Nap time worked out pretty well, too.
This post has been sitting in my drafts for nearly a year.
We've been busy.
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