Today was the first day of kindergarten. We survived. And I didn't cry. P. didn't cry. Even the mister didn't cry, which I found a little amazing. He's a sensitive dude when it comes to his kids.
And best part as far as I'm concerned, is that P. let me take bunches of pictures of her holding my very badly drawn and undated K. Cute, huh? For the record, today was 9-8-2014.
Were we nervous? I was not nervous, except about getting there on time - mainly because I didn't want to be *that parent*. P. went from being a little nervous to more nervous to not nervous anymore when a girl she remembered from orientation arrived.
Don't you just love how huge their backpacks look!?
The worst part was probably that we were pretty much the last parents to get there for pickup. Someone has to be last, right? The teacher won't forever think of us as *those parents*, right?
I'd much prefer she think of us as the parents who showed up last carrying a homemade electric pink Schultüte almost as big as our child. P. was certainly intrigued - "Mama... what is in that... thing?" - and delighted once she opened it to find everything from Nutella & Go packs, Gummibärchen, Yan Yan, a new My Little Pony, doll clothes, and more.
And now thanks to district scheduling weirdness involving a late start for kindergarten and early professional development days, P.'s first day of school will be immediately followed by her first day off from school. It's our town's way of welcoming us moms and dads to the world of parenting school-age kids!
(Hey, you! Tell me about your kids' first day of school experiences!)