A good hearty breakfast...we had a good start, smiles and everything.
Oops, got toothpaste on my shirt, nothing daddy's spit can't take off. We are ready to head to school. All smiles, everything is good.
The walk was great, Mom and Isaac off to school with a billion other mommies. All smiles everything is Great...we're going to make it through---
Well---no more smiles, Isaac doesn't want to stay, even though his best friend is in there. He has ahold my leg, I'm sweating, all the kids are looking at him with cocked heads, sitting nicely at thier place. Teacher has to pry him off my leg "Mommy don't go, it's too long, I don't want to stay...." Are the last words I hear as I head down the hall. As soon as I can get out of the way of the other parents I lose it. How could I leave my baby, who OBVIOUSLY doesn't want to stay in there with a bunch of strangers? How will I know if he ever stops crying? How will I know if he'll make it? I called my mother..."find out what time his recess is and go and watch." Be a stalker in other words. I thought about it, but decided against it. After telling Marty how hard it was, we both had a good cry and decided to get on with our day. It would go faster if we were busy. Right???
Well it didn't. I'm still crying and he's home for goodness sake!
3:00 finally came and me and the girls loaded up and headed to the school (with a million other mommies). Daddy met us there. I didn't even recognize him when he came out. He looked so big...and I swear I saw him 6 feet tall with a cap and gown on (freaky moment). He ran to me..."Mom, I stopped crying by myself"
He liked it
. He actually wants to go back (although I'm not so sure I want him too!) One bad thing. He got on yellow today. The teacher said he was too "talkative" WHAT? Isaac too talkative, you must have him mixed up with someone else. Oh thank God this day is over. And I have 2 more years before Rhea goes