Tara’s first day of preschool was this past Tuesday. It was also my first day of classes, and then my birthday happened this week…and so…I’m finally getting around to posting about her first day now.
I really wanted a picture of her next to the sign “Funshine Preschool”, but Tara wasn’t interested. She was more interested in watching her friend Eva get in her van and leave.
And then when I tried to get Tara to go, she wasn’t so interested in leaving…so she bolted.
I was ok with her not wanting to leave. Just a week earlier, she had decided (and if you know Tara, she decideds rather vehemently) in no uncertain terms that she was NOT going to preschool. We visited by ourselves one afternoon and then went to the open house, and all was well. On her very first day, just as she was getting ready to go, a lady bug (who she named Sarah) landed on her thumb…and rode all the way to preschool and obediently climed in the bug jar for her. It was the perfect first day thing for Tara. And now, she LOVES it!
Congratulations Tara on your 1st day of school!! Yay! And yay for Sarah being there to make your day extra special!
But considering what your lovely town has growing wild all over the place, I’m a little surprised the school isn’t called “Moonshine Pre-School”.
Yay! I’m glad Tara likes preschool. I’m also very impressed with her bug-hypnotizing powers. I used to be able to do that when I was a kid. I could catch butterflies with no trouble at all. Now they bolt. What’s the difference? Do they sense the vast wisdom I have aquired with age?
I also like that she names everything. …a lady bug named Sarah.
hehe
Everything is an understatement. During the course of one day, Tim often gets named Carlos, and then Coco, and then Burger, and then CoocooBuddy.
And strangely enough, her seven baby dolls were given names more than a year ago, and not a single one has changed.
She names the stuffed animals, and the flowers, and the swings, and her shoes, and the walnuts, and the balls (which are her ‘pets’), and her chapsticks, and…
The butterflies have heard the stories of you and bunnies… It’s self preservation.
I used to name all my stuffed animals, then lie awake at night worrying that if there were a fire, who would I be able to save? The paranoia started early…
Back in the present: Hooray for school! Yay, Tara!!
Y’know, it occurs to me with all that naming of stuff that she might be ready for another language. I don’t know if that’s unorthodox up Seward way, but she’d probably do terrific.
I’ve thought about it. It’s not unorthodox, but it is expensive to get lessons.
Hmm…
You mean Nebraskan doesn’t qualify as another language?