First Day

This is what Monday morning at 7:15 looked like at our house:

The first thing Caleb did after getting dressed was grab his backpack. He was ready for preschool and just couldn't believe we had to eat breakfast and wait awhile before leaving. In the meantime, he ran through a whole list of things he wanted to tuck away in his backpack to show his teachers. Had it been up to him, he would've brought a couple of his favorite shirts, a sticker book, his toothbrush, a cupcake, a few new books, and some other random items I can't recall right now. It was quite difficult to explain the concept of show-and-tell to him, but we managed to get out the door with an empty backpack in the hopes that show-and-tell will be sometime in the (very) near future. God help those classmates and teachers when that day comes, because this little boy has a lot he wants to talk about and share with others!

Dropping him off wasn't nearly as hard as I had imagined. I never worried about tears from his end, but I figured in my hormonal state of pregnancy I might lose it. I kept it together, mostly because I was holding Leah and clinging tightly to the fact that she can keep my mind off of Caleb being gone. And she did. We got home, played with the neighbors for a bit, did speech therapy for an hour with Miss Holly (her early intervention therapist), got some stuff ready for dinner, read books together, and just enjoyed the one-on-one time. At least for a few months of her life Leah can have my undivided attention for a few hours per week. That poor middle child will never forgive me for having baby #3 so soon!

By the time we picked him up, he was quite exhausted and didn't have much to say besides "it was fun". I managed to pry a bit more out of him on the drive home and from our conversation, it sounds like he's going to have a great year!