First Day of School

Karina* started First Baptist Pre-school this month. Well, technically it started last month but we were busy "researching" and "interviewing" so we got a late start. (Technically is it CMO or MMO? I never know whose morning it really is, so I just say school). I used to be kind of embarrassed that it was such a hard decision, but recently I have embraced that is just who I am. I like to have all the information before I make my decision. I like to know the facts as well as all the fuzzy gray areas. Really, I just have a hard time letting go.

After all that...drumroll... it came down to who had what days available. Luckily, I can't say enough good things.

They say a lot of things about Karina too, mostly good and usually funny.

1. She initially resisted sitting in her highchair. (Two year olds still use high chairs? That one was my fault.) Sometimes she reaches over to grab her neighbor's food if it looks better. And please don't block her view of Dora while she eats.

2. I was told to pack PB & J after the teacher gave her own sandwich to Karina. No more exotic lunch packing for me.

3. If women are playing tennis next door, Karina gets upset, runs to the chain link fence, and cries for her Mamma. I feel guilty and I don't even play in a league.

4. And I quote..."She likes the bad boys that drive their cars really fast in the center of the room." Nice. That's what every mom wants to hear.

But when I pick her up I see laughter and excitement. I see Karina with Miss Cathy working puzzles and playing instruments. I can see her little brain working and I feel the warm fuzzies from the teachers. I see she has made a BFF, and it is a girl. We are both at ease.

*The stick did not make it to school.