Our littlest one started preschool this week. I'm not going to pretend that it isn't nice to have a handful of hours to myself to get things done at a normal pace. But I miss this guy.
Him? Miss me? I'm not so sure. Because he had no problems marching right in and putting away his basket as directed...
...and then he found some toys and barely had time to say bye to me...
...though I did get this look as I backed towards the door.
It lasted 2 seconds.
It's not that I wanted him to scream or fuss or carry on about being left. But really? Nothing from the same child who will not let me drift even one room away from him at home? Hmmmph.
Well at least I had the decency to be predictable by getting weepy when I glanced at the backseat and saw an unfamiliar sight...
I did some sewing and some thrifting for distraction. It worked; I'll show you later.
Sandra