(Aubrey is going through a terrific fake smile stage. This is as natural as it got for a first day of school pic.)That's what you are when your baby brother decides to bust his arm on your first day of preschool. Those are the breaks. (HAHAHA.)
That said, preschool, especially one's first day, is a FREAKING BIG DEAL. You know, mom with tears in her eyes lamenting how big her baby is, daddy saying he can't wait to hear all about it, and if you're Aubrey, probably being drug in with tear filled eyes.
EXCEPT SHE DIDN'T!!!!
The preschool has a valet pick up and drop off system so all the cars wait in line for their turn to be individually greeted by the teacher and to have their kiddo escorted in. (That reads like the cars are the parents. Aubrey belongs to us, her human parents, not the van.) As we were waiting in line Aubrey was sitting beside me on the passenger seat, springing up and down. "When is it time? Who's that? Is he in my class? Am I so big? Nathan, you can't do this until you're five. How much longer?"
That's when I got out of the van and frantically searched under it, looking for my true daughter. The jolly ball of anticipation could not be my child. EXCEPT IT WAS!
She then bounced out of the car with her teacher with nary a side ways glance. I didn't even have time to get choked up and she didn't contemplate a tearful good-bye. See ya later mom, don't let the door hit you on the way out.
Pick up was the same. The first thing she exclaimed, after bouncing into the van was that it was the BEST FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL EVER!!!!!! (You know, since she's had so many.) I talked to Piper, I sat in the big circle, the teacher told everyone who I was, I got to swing, I had goldfish crackers for a snack, my teacher said I'm a good writer, Nathan, you can't go until you're five, do I get to go again tomorrow??
Suffice to say, preschool is a success. Today went just as well and I think she has the making of an aeronautical physicist for sure. You go girl!
DANE UPDATE:
Dane is doing great today. We got home at 9:00 p.m. last night after the surgeon set his arm and resplinted it. We had to stay through post-op as he came out of anesthesia. He woke up steaming mad, ravenous, and ready to melt into a puddle of exhaustion. He was temporarily distracted with apple juice and a grape Otter Pop but finally had had enough. We kept up on his pain meds during the night so that his pain didn't catch up with him and he slept through the night and woke up smiling. His siblings were very interested to see his injury and Dane proudly showed off his splint and sling while saying, "OWIE." No kidding baby. Other than the annoyance of an uncomfortable sling strap he has been his usual self. We go back in a week from today for either a hard cast or a new splint and he should be healed in three weeks. Sadly one of the first things Greg said to me when he saw me in the E.R. yesterday was, "Honey, I don't think this is the last time we'll be here." Thanks for blazing the trail Dane.
