Frist day of preshool

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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 strings a strumming potentially lulling mommy to goo, but NO! I remained strong. A hug, a kiss, and up the stairs he went.

The preschool that we chose fully believes in transparency and we can watch class from the security cams whenever we want. I had no intention of watching on the first day. Luckily, Matt's made of different stuff than I and looked in to find an engaged child who was not visibly the weirdest kid in the class. Hope ensued. Nerves calmed. JC, our school's head master, takes photo's everyday and sends them out as a review of the days happenings. Below are the spoils of those very encouraging shots.


 ok. Not part of the clean plate club, but look! He is sitting by other children!


 The school makes a point to go outside everyday. This was a real selling point for us, and Brock too!

What what what? Is that a raised hand? During circle time? Social circle time? Staged. Photoshopped. Rigged. Awesome.

So all in all, the day went well. He did have 3 accidents (one during nap, not the same), a record considering he has had 2 in the entire time he has began to use the toilet (excluding naptime accidents, he has those very often). The next two days he was totally accident free and he hasn't had a non-naptime accident since (I can't believe I wrote that, a curse for today I'm sure). Although two days ago his teachers reported that he peed on a tree. We are trying to figure out if that meant that he did or did not wet his pants, or if they were just informing us that he used the tree to pee on. It's hazy. I blame that on me as we peed in the bushes for a potty emergency at the park the other day. I guess that won't be happening again. So all in all, he doesn't hate school or seem to dread it so that is a mark of true success in my book. Already I have noticed new "tricks" on the playground and more confident and clear speech (didn't know if it could get more confident or clear). So there it is. Commence ripping of band aid!

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