My first little baby, Daphne, started her first day of preschool today. Oh my gosh, how is that possible??? It seriously blows my mind that my tiny 5 1/2 lb baby is old enough (though still barely big enough) to be going to "school." When we went for the orientation meeting last week, the teacher asked me if there were any separation anxieties they needed to know about. "No, I told them. "She loves new experiences and new people. When we take her somewhere new, she runs in and never looks back." Today when I took her in, she threw her "packpack" at me and started to run off to join the other kids. Probably seeing the rejected look on my face, Teacher Sherilyn took her hand and said, "Daphne do you want to say goodbye to Mommy?" "NOPE!" Daphne shouted, and ran off. Ya, that's my little independent girl.
Daphne in her "heart pirate" clothes, which I had a hard time convincing her to wear because she "didn't want to be a pirate today."
Daphne wanted to show off her cow packpack.
And here she is, running away from me without looking back, just like I thought she would.