Yup. It's begun. My little baby boy has gone off to preschool with absolutely no consideration for how this will affect me or how I will suffer as he casually abandons me for higher education. I curse the day Jason let them cut the umbilical cord.
Actually it wasn't that bad. Nick's first day of preschool went pretty well. We tried for the traditional "first day of school standing by the front door" picture. Instead we had to threaten the little cherub to get him to turn around and face the camera. Below is the best we could do. Apparently that little car just had to drive up and down the door.
Once we convinced him that the car had taken enough spins on the door Nick said "see ya!" to Bree and with Jason and I in tow, set off to school Bree spent a relaxing (for her) morning at home with Poppop. Poor man had to sit through the Disney Channel's morning schedule and change a diaper. Ain't retirement grand!
We got to school and Nick held my hand for the first few minutes and then eventually let go to check out his classroom. At that point, Jason dragged me across the room and held me there in a chokehold while Nick investigated the fish tank, the gerbil cage (ick!) and a whole bunch of different toys, including a, in Nick-speak, "really cool Winnie-Tigger-Pooh house."
He also met his teachers and some of the other kids in his class. Luckily, he was on good behavior, so he hasn't been expelled. Yet.
And he painted the obligatory "first day of school" picture which looks exactly like every other child's artwork but to us, his parents, it's a masterpiece and I'm sure that no other child EVER has shown such talent and skill. Clearly he's a prodigy. Here, see for yourself.
We've had two days of school so far and it appears to be going well. After being reunited with Bree, Nick likes to list for her all of the things that she is "too little" to do at preschool, including but not limited to sitting in the chairs, having a snack, story time, playing with the other kids... honestly, the list is endless of what Bree is "too little" to do. Each "too little" when said by Nick, is accompanied by elaborate hand gestures. You've got to get him to do it next time you see him - it's a hoot! Bree listens intently to the list for about ten minutes and then she'll smack him in the forehead and go about her merry way.
One last thing to note. We take the 273 Bypass to get to Nick's school and pass by a Jake's Hamburger's Stand. They have one of those giant blow-up hamburger balloon thingy's outside. This is important to know, because if you ask Nick what he like's best about school, he'll tell you about the really, really, really big hamburger and his concerns about who has to eat the giant hamburger and hoping that it's not him.
That's my boy. I'm so proud.
xoxo
Deb
Here the kids are attempting to incorporate other elements, like a handtruck, into the mural. Mr. No-fun-guy (AKA Daddy) did not appreciate their creativity and the sighing turned into grumbling.
At some point, the whining, sighing, grumbling, etc., etc., etc., began to interupt the kid's creative process, so we moved their art project indoors. Mr. Killjoy wouldn't allow the kids to run rampant around the house with crayons, markers, stickers and tape so I was forced to stifle their creativity and strap them into their seats. Mr. Stick-in-the-Mud then had me tape the paper to the table so none of their artwork became permanent features.
Nevertheless, the kids persevered with their artwork, despite the dictatorial "stop drawing on each other!" and "Bree! Stop eating the markers!" nature of their father and had a good time. 
xoxo
