Ethan started preschool today. A real one, this year. He and I have been excited about it for weeks! Him b/c he gets to go, and me b/c I get FIVE hours to have a little quiet around the house and run errands.
Here's the pictures from this morning.
All ready to go...
We were ready too early, so we goofed around for a few minutes. These boys crack each other up.
Singing "I will go, I will do..." and doing a little dance as he walks up to the building.
He's in the middle, playing with the bin of cars that are just for him. (He's the only boy in with seven girls.)
His teacher reported that he was happy and had a great first day. So we assumed his quietness was b/c he'd dozed off during their end of day rest time and hadn't been ready to wake up. We were wrong. Ethan's day ended more miserably than it began.
Ethan was quiet and reserved when we picked him up b/c he'd bit his tongue at some point during the day. He'd dabbed it on his shirt (brown, so the blood wasn't obvious) and didn't tell anyone. So he had a sore mouth for the rest of the day. Strike one.
Having a sore mouth meant that Ethan didn't eat much of his lunch. Hungry means cranky in this house. Strike two.
After being home for a few hours, our boy developed a fever. He's coming down with something. Strike three, and he's out.
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