First Day

September means sharpened pencils and new notebooks--or, in our case, three clean diapers in a zip-lock bag and a sippy cup with her name on it. At the ripe old age of 23 months, Baby C is off to "school." Technically, it's a program called Mother's Day Out, and it's only two mornings a week. In light of Baby No. 2 due in Janaury, I thought it would be good for Baby No. 1 to have her own thing going on. I just didn't realize it would be so hard to say goodbye at the door. I confess to peeking around the corner before leaving the building. She was on a stool, curly head bent over the sink as she washed her hands with her teacher's help. And she looked so tiny! Gulp.

I'll get to savoring this alone time in a couple of weeks. I'll get to the basement that needs cleaning and the new, "big girl" room that needs decorating. Right now, though, I'm just going to sit by the phone in case the school calls, and think about my little big girl.

1 comment:

  1. Ah yes, the beloved Toddler Program. How we spend years longing for the child and then, so quickly, longing for some childless-time once more. I remember Ella's first 3-hour morning when she was 17 mos (obviously I needed childless time WAY sooner). I had a to-do list a mile long and it included a haircut + grocery shopping. I thought, "maybe by week 3 I'll bang through this list." Well, by minute 90, morning one, I was totally done. I actually didn't know what to do with myself for the other 90 minutes. Hope you're in the same wonderful boat (though it's gonna sink all over again come January ;o)


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