Kenna had her first day of preschool yesterday. It was sort of a surprise because we had been wait-listed for my preschool of choice (which was my fault because I knew when enrollment happened and didn’t get my act together in time…that and I wasn’t sure what our employment situation was going to look like, therefore, hard to figure stuff like that out). In my world, wait-listed usually means try-again-next-year.
I love it when my world changes.
A friend pulled some strings, we got a call on Monday (the day school officially began at the preschool), and we signed her up. Wham Bam.
We went from assuring her that she’d be going to school next year “just like sissy” to “you start school TOMORROW! Woo hoo!”
She’ll be attending from 9-11:30am Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. And so far she’s stoked…except for the part where I make her wear tennis shoes instead of flip-flops.
She had quite the tantrum Wednesday morning at 8:47am (remember the 9:00am start time?) She kept insisting that tennis shoes are “too tight”. However, we put them on her feet, let her scream for a while, drove her to school…and she had a blast.
Here’s a shot of her shortly post-tantrum…isn’t she cute even when she’s pissed?
When I told her this morning that she didn’t have school today, she looked at me, stuck her lip out, and in a very petulant voice said “WHY?”
Yeah for preschool!!!
