"Preschool is for Big Kids...Not for Moms"

Today was the day that Anders has been waiting for for the past year. He was convinced he was ready for preschool last year, but having an October birthday put a damper on that. The day I signed Anders up for preschool, I made the mistake of telling him. He, of course, thought that meant he would be going immediately. Lets just say it was a long summer of, "after this nap, do I go to preschool?" We got to meet his teacher, Miss Cindi, at the Open House a couple of weeks ago and Anders made himself right at home. He loved his teacher and disclosed his entire life to her in

the 20 minutes we were there. I was so glad to see her patience with a three year-olds (especially my 3 year-old) excitement to be heard. I admire anyone who willingly takes on that job. Miss Cindi gave us a paper to fill out about Anders. It was fun to see the answers he came up with:

1. Favorite color: Red (it's actually whatever color is in front of him and the paper was red)

2. Favorite food: Pizza

3. Favorite toy: Basketball hoop

4. Favorite thing to do: Ride his scooter

5. What he wants to be when he grows up: a Pharmacist that helps kids (shocker)

I can't remember the other questions, but it was so fun to learn more about my little buddy!

Today was probably the longest day of Anders' life. He was so anxious to get there. When I told him in the morning that he finally got to wear the Cat in the Hat Converse he picked out while we were school shopping, he put both hands on his face and said, "I don't believe it." It was like he thought the day would never come! When it was time to take him, he refused to let me do his hair because he said he wanted his teacher to see his haircut. When we pulled up, I started opening my car door and he yelled, "Mom! Stay in the car. Remember, you're not staying with me." I was extremely nervous (for myself, not for Anders). I did not prepare myself for the emotions I was about to feel. The moment Eva saw the perfect miniature world that she could fit right in, she demanded I put her down so she could join them. That's when I knew I had to rip my band aid off and leave. The last picture is when I was walking out the door...he didn't even look back. When I got out to my car, I could slowly feel Eva's knees tighten around my waist. I opened her door and she started crying, "Aners, no cool! Aners, no cool!" It was really hard to keep it together at that point. Poor girl is going to have a hard time with this. I'm glad to say that we both made it through those next two hours just fine. When Anders got home, he told me he didn't miss any of us. I'm so lucky to have such a big kid!