September seems to have more firsts than Playmobil parts on my floor and THAT, my friends, is saying something. (As you well know, Katy and Kate, my two primary sources.)
Henry, age three. First day of nursery school with his nursery-school bag. I think he would fit inside.
Today’s first brought to you by a happy nursery school boy who climbed into my arms this morning and said, “Today? Is today nurfree school?”
He might as well have tacked a FINALLY, FOR THE LOVE OF PETE on the end there, because after a home visit from two of his three wonderful teachers last week and the delivery of his special school-assigned bag, each day has started with a request to go to “nurfree school, today!”
Yes, sweet Henry, today is the day. He sauntered into school with his bag over his shoulder, and completed the details of arrival (fresh fruit in the bowl there, bag on the hook there, name in the box there, washing hands there) like an old pro. (Which he kind of is, having observed it for the last two years with Will.)
However, it is all his today, and he couldn’t be more excited to get started. He kissed me, waved goodbye with a smile, and got back to playdough and observing the classroom’s two feathered friends, Abbott & Costello.
Can’t wait to go pick him up and hear all about it!