And then I had kids.
Last year I had to meet our babysitter at her son's school to drop Olivia off. It was drop off time and I was sitting in my car watching all these little tiny kids and their big giant backpacks hop off the bus and walk into the huge scary school. And then I was all WUT?! This is making me want to cry! My emoshuns are making me unnnncomfortabbbblllleee.
|Giant backpack on my tiny girl.|
I took Olivia to preschool Tuesday and was not tempted at all to cry. So I guess my freaking pansy wussness does not apply to preschool. Yay me.
There isn't much to do to prepare. Orientation was last week and so we spent the weekend memorizing her teacher's name. We also spent the weekend telling her, "NO IT IS NOT TIME FOR SCHOOL YET STOP ASKING."
|She is Olivia K. at school, hello top 3 name!|
Her backpack hook is, like, the kewlest thing evah.
The teacher told me that she did great. I knew she would. Also, the teacher told her she was tiny to which Olivia replied, "No I'm not, I'm BIG!"
Yes, Olivia. You are. So big I can't even believe it.
My blog is crazy embarrassing this week. All of these review publish dates were supposed to be weeks apart but were pushed around and now it's all ADS! and REVIEWS! all at once. So...sorry about that. Here is a fat and very serious baby picture to try to make it up to you...
|I'm going to roll over, but only because I'm super pissed.|