mom o'the morning, that's me

[saffronhare]

Partly a Godparent Report; partly Proud Momma Moment

Delivery of Princess Sticky to her first day of preschool went well, though it took a while to roust her from bed this morning. In the future, I may have to turn on the light and just start clunking around in her room. But she's young yet, sharing a room with a morning-person sister, and it was the first day. I figured I'd give her a break today.

Remember last year? When Princess !Kaboom was all cheerful at home, and then looked like she might throw up by the time we got to the school? No such thing with this one. She was cool as a cucumber. At one point on the drive, she was reiterating to me How the Day Would Go (we went over it this weekend) and I told her she was So Smart. She clapped her hands together and said, "Yes. I'm even smarter than Rowan." Good thing I wasn't drinking coffee. Pictures to come soon.

She walked me directly to her classroom -- no stopping to greet the folks at the desk, oh no -- and zeroed in on her teacher. Teacher Lady was very excited to meet Princess !Kaboom's sister...even after I reminded her that the girls are Very Different Personalities. We'll see how that goes. Princess Sticky was very calm and quiet, though not particularly worried about anything. We did our hugs and kisses, and then she grabbed Teacher Lady's hand to go find a puzzle to work. I wandered out the door with no fanfare at all, thankyouverymuch. ::whew::

It was the first day of school for agrnmn too, but I bet he'll have his own stories to tell. I sure hope he finds somebody nice to eat his lunch with. :) They're all four of them at different schools with different schedules this year. Two down, two to go.

Comments

[lightonthesill.livejournal.com]

Can't wait to hear her First Day Report.

[matchgirl42.livejournal.com]

That was my sister and me...my sister, who is older, sat down and immediately started playing with the toys her first day of kindergarden. Cool as anything, not worried that she was going to spend the whole day without Mamma.

Me? I cried and cried and my mom had to pry herself out of my suddenly manic and iron-like grip. And then I stood at the door with the saddest face ever -

Kind of like this one, but with tears, red blotchy skin, and a quivering lower lip, may hands pressed to the glass:



- watching her walk away. And I stayed at the door, I am told, for a good hour, refusing to budge, wanting to be taken from this evil place of DOOM I had found myself in.

Of course, this was rather prophetic: later that year I got pushed down into an anthill by the class bully, and bitten all over my butt.

Butt that's another story.

[saffronhare.livejournal.com]

look! The braids and blue eyes of Doom! (grin)

[matchgirl42.livejournal.com]

No, no. I only used my powers for good! Really.

;)