Nervous? Never!

I just knew that B would change his mind this morning and want me to walk him in. Maybe it was more wishful thinking on my part - if he needed me to walk him in, then he was a little nervous and still needed me to help, right? WRONG! This kid walks confidently into the new school building. As we were waiting in the drop off line, I asked him if he still wanted to get out and go alone, he of course, said YES! "Mom, this is great! I am at a big kid school. If I can't find it, I will ask everyone until they know where I need to go!" No fear of this. Surely there is a little apprehension somewhere, I am thinking in my mind, surely. As we approach the circle drive he says, "the only thing I am worried about is that I will have a big kid come up to me and give me a wedgie"!!!!!!!!!!!!! Good grief!!! So, this is the kind of thing he is worried about! I assured him that there is a no-bullying policy at the school (while stifling laughter) and that if that happens, it won't be on the first day.

I drive away knowing that he will be just fine in the first grade. Now if his teacher can just wrangle him in and make him focus on school and not on the things that he thinks on these days: making body noises with the palm of his hand and his armpit, wedgies, burping loudly (without saying excuse me or trying to be the least bit discreet about it), pretending to be every super hero ever created, imagining that he is really a character from Star Wars and other very "BOY" like things. I am not adjusting very well to boy things here of late. It is all obnoxious behavior to me. And, to top it off, he is teaching his sister these things. She wants to do all that he does and so she is following in his footsteps. Luckily, she still likes hair bows, head bands, princesses, and dress up clothes. Thank goodness.

I took her to a new class today at her daycare. She is now in the 3 year old class. She is a bit confused (I remember B was too at this age) that she is just now going into the 3 year old class when she has been 3 since February. I explained that you go into the classroom that matches your age in August. She exclaims to Mark, "Daddy, I am an August!" I have no idea what that meant, but it was ok with her that she was 3 in August, going into the 3 year old room, and would be 4 in February and would still be in the 3 year old room...until next August. Such hard things for little minds to understand! I thought she might be a little apprehensive to go into a new classroom - nope, not her either.

She went right into the room, gave Ms. Ronica a hug and asked to paint at the painting table that was already set up. Smock on, green paint on the small red paint brush and I was no longer in the picture. "Bye mom, have a good day" she said as she covered the paper in green paint. My babies aren't babies any longer. It still amazes me that they belong to me and that they are such amazing little people.