Frist day of preshool
There are many firsts in the epic saga of Brock's boyhood journey. Words, steps, pees on the toilet, I love yous et...but none have felt quite the same as this one. The first day of school (I'm calling it school because he is going full time and it is school). I've compared Brock's maturation to that of a slow ripping band aid, each gain in independence is a tear that stings but is ultimately good and necessary. This pull took a few extra hairs with it I guess. The grand day finally arrived on the heels of several preschool book readings, nap potty training and plenty of sleepless nights (for me that is). The first photo was taken in the car because Brock said I couldn't take a picture of him. I did manage to sneak one in. Here he is looking suspicious and vaguely optimistic. Fish shirt is his favorite; his choice to don with my full support. The dreaded drop off was met with some tears, but not too terrible, just enough to get the ol' heart