It’s official. Xavier is now a preschooler. And with the very minor exception of a small tote bag malfunction, his first morning went swimmingly. The boy could barely contain his excitement when we had to wait outside for a few minutes before the school doors were unlocked (he actually asked for a “boost” over the chain fence that separated him from his new, tantalizingly shiny and colorful, class playground). And except for a couple of moments of uncertainty as we approached his new room, he seemed to really take to the new routine. (And by that I mean he could barely be bothered to give me a quick goodbye kiss before returning to his puzzle.)
The first morning at school was followed by a special Mommy-Xavier lunch (a gourmet feast of butterfly pasta and marinara sauce and a massive plate of french fries) a pronouncement of the very best part of preschool (the art room) and a brief demonstration of “Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes” complete with instructions (“Mommy, you have to stand up to do this one”).
Tonight we’ll celebrate as a family with special crayon cupcakes. See my next post for details. All in all, I’m willing to risk breaking one of my own rules by calling today a success before the kiddos are officially asleep in bed.