Preschool

Booker had his first day of preschool and as his mom, it was a big day for me. And not because I was emotional about letting my baby go. Nope, Booker in preschool means a tiny bit of freedom for me. Sure it's only a few hours each day but I've been waiting for this day for four long years. And now that it's arrived, I can go grocery shopping with just one kid in tow (easy-peasy). I can work at the computer without someone begging me to play Who Let the Dogs Out over and over again while said someone uses my lap as a jumping platform. And maybe, just maybe I'll be able to take a nap every once in awhile if Ike continues with his 2-3 hour daily nap schedule. Yes, preschool is going to be good for me.

Oh and good for Booker too. Reading and writing. Singing and sharing. These things are important. Almost as important as mommy-naptime.

Joking aside, I'm really excited for Booker and all the ways he's going to change and grow. His teacher comes with some seriously amazing recommendations, so basically he better be reading Crime and Punishment by the end of the year.

Because it was his birthday week, he had to bring a poster about himself. I'll break it down for you: My name is Booker and I like Star Wars, Wallace & Gromit and Little Critter Books. Ike is my brother.

Booker and Miss Amber. I had to beg him to sit still long enough for a photo. Too many fun things happening in the classroom. Three cheers for preschool!!! Three cheers for the restoration of my sanity. Hip hip... HOORAY!