first day of preschool and I'm not gonna cry

Once the kids she cares for are 3, if their parents are interested, Thomas' sitter takes them to the neighborhood preschool. So the younger kids are used to riding along to drop off/pick up the older kids, and are really psyched for preschool by the time they are old enough to go. 3-year-olds go for 2 hours in the morning, 3 days a week. When you're 4 you go 4 days a week.

I didn't figure this would be a huge transition for any of us, considering that Tommy is familiar with the place, he is already used to being away from his parents during the day, and I wouldn't have to be dropping him off and be tortured if he happened to cry. But I do feel a bit strange to be missing out on this- like I'm missing his first smile, first steps, or first black eye (oh wait, I did miss that.)

We attended an "orientation" earlier this week- basically a way for the kids to get familiar with their classroom and for parents to ask a bunch of dumb questions that had already been answered in the letters the school has sent home. (Aren't I such a snob? And I wonder why I don't have more friends.) Tommy worried about what kind of toys they would have in his classroom, and my grasping-at-straws response of "blocks" did not put his mind at ease. (I was informed that "blocks are not toys.")

So I breathed a sigh of relief when he discovered a Batmobile in one of the toy bins! School would be ok after all.

That day I brought my camera, but the batteries were dead. (Why does that always happen?!) So this morning we stopped to snap a couple pictures before I dropped him off at L's house. Tommy does not seem to be worried about school, except to say that "I might be shy." I have tried to reassure him that it's perfectly fine to be shy in a new situation. And when you select as stylish an outfit as my boy did for the first day, you won't be lonely for long!

This morning I had to fill out this long questionnaire, answering questions about my child's fears, likes, dislikes, allergies, and other noteworthy info about his quirks. It took me no time at all. Most moms probably feel this way with their second child, but especially because of all his older brother's special needs, transitions like this with Tommy seem to be so much more manageable and less emotional.

And yes, we do own a hairbrush. Just didn't use it today. If I know L, she got him cleaned up before school. It takes a village, as they say...