Owen started preschool this week. He was very excited - packing his backpack, taking pictures and just eager to go. When we pulled up to his teacher's house, he suddenly became clingy (Like he's been for the past few weeks, since mom + dad went to San Diego: without him) and I had to peel his hands off the door handle. I carried him in while a friend watched the twins in the car.
His classmates, all of which he knows, jumped on the trampoline and played in the backyard. Owen cried and would not let go of me. This is so unlike him (except for the afore mentioned few weeks). I finally got him to take off his backpack and sit on a patio chair. I kissed him goodbye with a promise to return. He was still crying. But I left.
2 1/2 hours later, I picked up a happy boy who was excited about his first day. His teacher said he joined the group inside with a little coaxing, and then he was fine.
So guess what happened today, his 2nd day of preschool? Yep, instant replay: tears, sadness, drama.
He was over that when I picked him up, but when we walked in our front door, he said with a sigh of relief, "Home, beautiful home!"
Any ideas on how to help this boy not be so sad to leave me?
In other news, the older kids are finishing their 3rd week back to school today. Wow, that was quick. I know, Christmas will be here before I know it too. I don't want to hear Christmas music, or that you're already done shopping, for several more months! Actually I don't ever want to hear that you are already done shopping.Here are our 2 uniformed children and 1 free agent who FINALLY gets to wear whatever she wants because junior high is just cool like that. Especially when you've just discovered American Eagle. Oh, and you've talked your mom into letting you wear mascara.