Well, this morning we set the alarm, jumped outof bed and took a million pictures. Only this time my baby girl seems an appropriate size for her back pack AND she is too cool for school!
Also, you can see by the photos (and the smirk on her darling little face) WHO won the argument of what she was going to wear the first day of school. I hope when she is 30 and yells at me for *dressing her in that skirt* you all will be there to defend me.
Because, really... she should not be going to pre-school in that outfit. She should be clogging at the county fair.
It is actually fun to have O back in the same school, in the same classroom with the same teachers and friends from last year.
This is the only other pre-schooler returning (all of O's other friends from last year are now kindergartners. Which means they are still in the same classroom, but they stay all day.)
O is good buddies with Esteban. One of the first things she told me about school last year was, "Esteban is in my class. He's a hugger!" And sure enough, last thing he did today was give O and his teacher, Mrs. Hadden a great big hug. Love it.
The reason I finally gave in to *the outfit* (other than the fact that THIS was not the hill to die on) was that Raine called my cell phone last night and left a message asking if Olivia could wear her *pink fluffy skirt* to school tomorrow so that they could dress the same.
How's a mama gonna say no to that level of cuteness???
And so it begins, not just another year of school but another step in allowing my daughter to become her own person and eventually leave the nest. sniff sniff.