
Today was Dylan's first day of preschool. He has visited a lot when we have gone to pick up Andrew but that is not the same as staying all day long. We have been talking about it for several weeks and we visited the classroom three weeks ago. As we walked in, he started to demand to be carried. I had my arms full of the stuff he needed for the day so he had to walk, fussing as we walked along. Once we got to the door, he didn't want to go in so I carried him in and showed him around a bit. I finally had to leave him crying with one of the teachers (a teacher who had Gina as an infant and preschooler and Andrew when he started preschool). I knew he would be fine but it is always hard to leave them crying.
I picked him up in the late afternoon. They were playing in the garden and when he saw me, he bounded over with a big smile on his face. Apparently he had a fine day though he sounded grumpy when he described how only one boy got to paint. I think he will be just fine.















































