We survived the first day of kindergarten. By we I mean Tyson and I. He was nervous, I was nervous. He was anxious, I was anxious. He was nauseous, I was nauseous. Gee, I wonder where he gets his nerves of steel from? Tyson was pretty excited about starting kinder most of the weekend and even this morning he wanted to help pack his lunch and pick out his outfit. But as we began to prepare for departure......there went the excitement. HELLO "I don't wanna go to school!" As we pulled in to the congested mess also know as the parking lot, his exact words were, "Um, I changed my mind, I don't wanna be a big boy! Can we please not go in?" He cried off and on as we journeyed down the hallway to sit in the cafeteria. I stood by him until it was time to walk down to his classroom. I told him he had to line up with his class. I walked beside him and said good bye at the door. I was totally holding back the tears, somebody had to.
I picked him up this afternoon and he was in pretty good spirits. He seemed pretty tired but said he had a good day. Who wouldn't be? We were out the door by 7 am. It was still dark. Hoping for a stronger Tyson tomorrow. Who knows, my Dad informed my Mom that he was a crier until the 3rd grade, so it's in the genes. Perfect!
See.... here he still looks pretty excited as he gobbles down his breakfast of champions, mini pancakes and smokies.
On the way down to the cafeteria, eyes looking a little teary, but still holding strong.
We gave these to Tyson's teacher today. Apple cake pops. Mendi and I made these on Saturday to give as teacher 1st day gifts. They turned out quite cute, if I do say so myself.