The kids had their very first day of school today. Two days a week from 9 am to 2 pm they are in preschool and I am left to my own devices. Its nice, and I know I need to enjoy it because in a few weeks I'll have my hands full of new baby (I have given up thinking this kid is coming early, she clearly is NOT). Peanut was apprehensive on the way over to the school and kept asking if we would stay with her, but as soon as we got there she saw the dollhouse, plopped down to play and then wouldn't even get up to hug us goodbye. She just waved us off, so we went packing - we weren't going to ruin the independence by sticking around!
We knew that Monkey would have no problem, so we got our kisses and hugs and cleared out of there, too. Ten minutes after our arrival, we were walking back to the car and Aaron was commenting that now he feels old seeing as we just dropped two kids off at school. I really hadn't thought about it like that, nor was it sad or hard or weird or any of those other things parents can sometimes feel taking their kids to school for the first time.
It's just a new stage of life and everyone has embraced it (so far, we'll see how the day went at 2 pm when I pick them up).
