Preschool

Seriously, when did this happen? Who told Lily she could grow up and go to school? For those of you who know me, which I am guessing is all of you, you know I tend to be a fairly emotional person, meaning I cry at the drop of a hat. I think I must be getting sick or something because not one tear was shed today. I have convinced myself that her going to preschool is no different than me leaving her at MOPS or BSF for 3 hours so I desensitized myself to the fact that this is a pretty big deal. I didn't desensitize myself enough to not take pictures though.

A special breakfast of chocolate chip pancakes.

She picked out her outfit and wanted to wear every single "baby clip" she found in her basket...which was 8.

My heart swells when I look at this picture. When Lily and I went to the open house on Tuesday for an hour I couldn't get her out of the car and she wanted to hold my hand the whole time and make sure I followed her around the classroom. I had a little trouble getting her out of the car today, but once she was out she was good to go without a hand to hold.
This seems to be her favorite morning job...finding her name and putting a laminated crayon behind it so her teachers know she is there. When we were there on Tuesday there were no red crayons and she was a little bummed. Today, as soon as we walked in she headed straight for the basket to get a red crayon forgetting she needed to hang up her backpack and wash her hands first. She got her red crayon, found her name and then headed straight for the house that was out in the block area. She looked at it briefly and then to the puzzle table.
Lily was having none of my picture taking with her teacher this morning. Ms. Pam is excited to be in the picture, but Lily was focused on her button puzzle. She is a lot like me. I think if I focus on something else when something that could make me cry is happening I will not cry. It doesn't really work for me, but it appeared to be a success for Lily because when I left she had dry eyes.
A stone-cold face, but dry eyes.
The house was unusually quiet when Simon and I got home and he missed his sister. This is the hand signal for "Where's Lily?" He uses it a lot when he can't seem to find her in the house and he definitely couldn't find her today.
And who told Simon he could get so big and adorable?

Seriously, if time keeps up at this rate Lily is going to be getting married tomorrow and Simon is going to be tackling some Hokies during football practice.