Lottie's first day of Kindergarten was, to be expected, insanely exciting. She was all ready with her backpack and her new dress, ready to conquer Flint Lake Elementary. The whole family walked her in, gave her lots of hugs and kisses, and left. No tears from anyone, not even me. Does that make me cold-hearted? I saw a squadzillion posts on Facebook of kids' first days of school and parents wiping away virtual tears. No tears for me. I didn't exactly do a happy dance, but after the crazy summer we all had, I was ready for routine...and quiet. And frankly, I knew Lottie was ready to start Kindergarten. She is a bright, friendly, sweet little girl, and I knew she was ready for something new and exciting. No one loves an adventure more than my girl, and adventure is calling her.
To add to the excitement, Lottie lost her first tooth! After a few days of wiggling and angst, the tooth fell out. Man, she is cute with it gone. Serious cuteness, no?
So, let's get to the non-stellar parenting. I'm so used to the preschool way of doing things that I didn't realize that Kindy is a whole different ballgame. For instance, kids in preschool have drinks provided to them; that doesn't happen in Kindergarten. Lottie had lunch for the first two days of school without a drink of any kind. Whoops. The kids are also supposed to take a snack to school because it's a pretty long day for a bunch of five year olds. I did, indeed, provide a snack for the first three days, but I didn't find out until the morning of day four that Lottie had no idea that the snack was in her lunchbox. This despite the fact that I had told her specifically on the first day where her snack was in her bag. Apparently, she assumed that I hadn't been packing her a snack, so she told her teacher she was snackless. Miss J probably thinks I'm a total dolt: no beverages, no snacks. And so begins my reign as WORST PARENT EVER.
Dallas has had a good first week as well. He likes his school and his teacher, but he's far less effusive about it all than his sister. His views on school are pretty monosyllabic, but that's just Dallas. He occasionally gets loquacious about what he did on the playground, but most of his three hours a day of school is kept a closely guarded secret. I suppose he'll share when he's ready to share. And just so he's not left out, here's his cuteness, too.
I hope the good times at school continue for the kids because it sure makes my life easier when things are going smoothly for them. And, you know, my happiness is paramount to everything.
You can only go up from here. :) Dallas sounds like Bryce. He never wants to talk about preschool, except on occasion to tell me about the snacks. :)
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