First day of "School"

Marshall started two year old preschool this morning. He will be going on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday from 8:30-11:30. I think the socialization will be great for him and a few extra hours a week will be great for me.

We were a little concerned about how today would go, especially since he cries every Sunday when we leave him in nursery (and he's been going to nursery since he was 5 weeks old). I must say I was optimistic considering he would triumphantly raise his hands while we were on our way to the school and say, "goin' to sool!" Yeah, he was all talk. The child screamed like a dying pterodactyl when it came time for us to leave. I stood outside the classroom holding back tears. I was able to keep it together until we got back to the car. Then I cried. A lot. I kept my phone nearby just in case the school called. I was afraid they would call an hour in and tell me he was still screaming like a banshee. I am proud to say that it didn't come to that. When we returned at 11:30, the first five kids in line were crying and frantically looking for their parents. We couldn't see Marshall anywhere in the line. We peaked in the classroom window and saw him happily building towers with the blocks.

His teacher then told us he calmed down in no time and he was such a big boy all morning. She also informed us that "he ate a lot of snack, he's a big guy." It's true, he is a big guy and so long as there is food in front of him, he will eat it.

As I tucked him in tonight he excitedly told me that tomorrow he will go back to Mrs. Tanna's class. We'll see how tomorrow goes. Remember, he is all talk, after all.