First day of preschool

Today, my big guy went to his very first day of preschool. He got to wear his special Army shirt, his cool new blue shoes, and his dinosaur backpack. In terms of coolness, nobody could be cooler than him today.

I handled him leaving pretty well. I thought I'd cry for sure, but when the time came for him to get on the bus, I just smiled and waved. I'm excited for this opportunity for him to get out, make new friends, and learn new things.

The end of the day however, left me frazzled. Macy and I walked to the appointed bus stop he was supposed to be at, but when the bus pulled up, there was no Parker. The driver checked the bus, and then got on the radio to find him. I pretended to be patient, but was freaking out inside. This was my biggest fear about the day and they had reassured me at school that the kids have tags on their backpacks that say which bus and the teacher puts them on herself. So after a moment, the bus driver finds Parker is on the next bus over, whatever that means, and he tells me he will pick him up and drive him to my house. I say ok, and turn around to walk home and I start bawling, wondering where my baby is. I call my sister, who also had a preschooler starting today, and she talks me off a ledge while I wait for Parker. Luckily he's delivered shortly afterwards, and the wrong bus was written on his tag. Instead of being on the cat bus, he needs to be on the lamb bus. I changed the tag, so all should work fine tomorrow. If not, I probably won't be so patient when it comes to finding my lost kid.

Parker of course didn't notice the discrepancy and it wasn't a traumatic experience for him at all, so that's good. He didn't have much to tell me about his day other than he ate graham crackers and they tasted good like something he ate one time. He also mentioned a playground and eating a hotdog with ketchup. I hope he has more to tell me tomorrow.