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Happy 1st Day Of School!

I don't know quite what to do with myself this morning. My youngest child is napping and my oldest child is at his first day of preschool. I told Benjamin almost two months ago that I had signed him up for Little Hounds, a preschool put on by the Child Development class at the local high school, and he has been excited ever since. Every day he would ask me, "Is it March yet, Mom?" because he knew that once March arrived, he would get to start school.

As soon as he got out of bed this morning, he announced that he was ready. I smiled and asked him if he might want some breakfast first. "I guess so," he replied. After finishing his bagel, getting dressed, brushing his hair and teeth (which was not accompanied by the usual tears and frustration...from either of us!) it was finally time. When we arrived, he walked right in, put his lunch box and jacket in his cubby, paused to give me a hug goodbye, and then he was off. To say that he was excited is a gross understatement.

I commented to Nathan how great it is that our little boy is so confident and self-assured. I love that Benjamin isn't afraid to try new things on his own and can talk to anyone about anything, kid and grown up alike. Although I already miss him this morning, I can't wait to see what this new experience of preschool will do for his already fabulous personality and independence.


Lunch box note: "Dear Benjamin, Happy 1st Day of School!" I hope you are having a wonderful time. For lunch, I packed you 2 fire truck peanut butter & jelly sandwiches, grapes, Craisins, and a string cheese. I also put in a special treat for you. :) Brayden and I miss you and we can't wait to hear all about your day. See you soon! Love, Mommy."


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