First Day of School

The preschooler went to preschool for the first time this morning. She's been begging for weeks to go to school, like big brother goes to school. Every time we see a bus she tells me it's for her, to take her to school. Every time I ask her to do something she says to me, brows lifted in excited query, "And then we go school?"

I've been holding over her head that she had to be completely potty trained before she could go to school. I'm still a little nervous about it; she's had a couple of accidents when she got so involved in playing that she didn't realize her bladder was full. But it's only for a couple of hours. She's learned enough to be fine.

We got everything ready last night, and when she woke up this morning got her dressed. We still had a couple of hours before we had to be there, but she couldn't wait. Then she asked every five minutes if it was time to go yet. I finally distracted her by turning on Dragon Tales.

When we finally got there she jumped out of the car as soon as I unbuckled her. She noticed a playset (with a slide, even!) in the yard and ran for as I was getting the baby out. I tried to stop her, but she was up the steps and ready to slide before I could get there.

Well, it was raining, which made that plastic yellow slide as slick as black ice on a dark night. She went flying down faster than I've seen any child slide. When she hit the bottom she literally flew up into the air, legs still stiff in front of her. She hit the muddy patch at the foot of the slide with a thump and a gasp. The wails were immediate.

"My bottom hurts!"

So her first few minutes at school were spent getting her cleaned up and calmed down. She was fine by the time I left, though, playing happily and not caring one little bit that Mommy was saying good-bye. I'm probably going to have to pull her out of there kicking and screaming when the time comes to go home.