Kindergarten

Well, we survived.

And by that, I mean I survived. It was every bit as emotional as I thought it would be. That heart wrenching, panic-inducing moment when I had to walk out of her classroom and get in the car to drive home about killed me. (Don't worry - I managed to smile and be cheerful until I walked out the door. Sadie will never suspect a thing until she reads this years down the road.)

We chose to do afternoon Kindergarten (for a lot of reasons, mostly baby-related), so waiting four hours between the time she woke up and when she finally got to go was the first trying part of the day. We passed the time by fixing a semi-special breakfast, taking our time getting ready and doing chores, and then making a trip to the park, just the three of us, to play and take some much-needed pictures. When we got home, she changed into her school clothes with lightning speed and could barely sit still long enough to eat a quick lunch. Not to mention mommy made her hold still long enough to curl her hair. (I know. So mean.)

Then it was out to the porch to take a few pictures and anxiously wait for daddy to come home so we could go.

In case anyone was impressed by her serene and mature pose in that first picture...

Yeah. She was a little hyper.

Watching the street for daddy's car:

On the drive to the school, we asked her if she was nervous or excited and her answer was "mostly excited but a little bit of nervous." (Mommy, on the other hand, was exactly opposite of that.) When we asked her what she was nervous about, she said she was a little bit worried she wouldn't listen. That may have had something to do with the little FHE we had the night before where we gave her a bit of a lecture about listening to her teacher. Oops. :)

Walking in the Kindergarten doors:

Luckily Sadie's friend Lily happened to show up the same time as us, so Sadie had a friend to sit by right off. The girls exchanged excited/nervous giggles with each other and immediately started chatting away.

This is a perfect Sadie excited/nervous face. Says it perfectly, doesn't it?

Before I knew it, she was settled and I had no other reason to stick around (believe me, I was looking for one). The only brief moment of panic she had was when I told her I had to leave. She held out her arms and said, "Mommy, I don't want you to go!" I gave her a quick hug, ready to hand out all kinds of reassurances, but before I could even start she had turned back to talk to her friends. Okaaay...so you don't really care if I go? (I know, I know. It's good she didn't have a meltdown. But sheesh!)

One last picture as I walked out the door...told you I was dawdling. :)

And that was it. I cried all the way home. 

The End.