Wednesday was my sweet girl's first day at Montessori Preschool. She was beyond excited, and I was a hot mess. She woke up with this look on her face:
I asked her what she wanted for breakfast, and she said "pancakes with snow on top." Snow= powdered sugar. Not necessarily the healthiest of options, but it was her first day, and I'm not trying to change the look on that face on the first day. :) She ate, brushed her teeth, and then we got her looking all kinds of spiffy in her "first day of Montessori" outfit. Cardigan courtesy of Nana and Pop. Diva.Her reaction to arriving at said school. Cheesy grins for all.This interaction would be the last one of the morning until pick up time. She found her coat hook in the hallway. #18... sounds like a champion to me. ;)We were through the door, and she was off like a bolt. Seriously. She wandered around the room looking at everything... everything except Emma Grace, Bryan, and me. Left in the dust. She wandered up to people and said "Hi, I'm Reese!" I turn around to say good bye to her, and she was already in line to go outside... didn't even look back. I, however, cried like a baby. Another mother consoled me, her teacher said things would be great, and I cried like a baby. It took me crying all the way home to realize how absolutely proud of her I was. She faced it like no other. Big bad Reese.
This is how I was greeted. She was PISSED. The last thing she wanted to do was leave. It was tantrum city getting her to put her coat on, get in the car, and get home. In fact... the entire way home she screamed at me and told me to "turn the car right around and take me baaaaaaaaack!" Pleasant. I couldn't get anything out of her about her day. EG went down for nap, Reese calmed down and had lunch, and I eventually got her to tell me that she wanted to go back... "please please pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!" I was under the assumption that she really enjoyed herself at school. :)