Had we not moved to Denver, Emery would have had her first day of preschool LAST year at the same preschool that Berkeley graduated from in Charlotte. We loved that little preschool and were sad to leave it. Not only did we love the school and the teachers and the other families who attended there, but I loved that it was just a seven minute walk from our house. We had paid our nonrefundable money to secure Emery’s spot in the two year old class, and then just a few months later, we made the decision to move to Colorado. Of course, by the time we figured out exactly what part of town we were going to be living in, all the preschools around here were full. I was pretty sad about it because I was a huge fan of Kendall and Berkeley starting when they were two years old. Those two mornings each week really helped them to be less clingy and start building up their independence. But, there was nothing we could do about it, so we made the most of it and enjoyed the time we had together while K & B were at school last year.
So, Emery is my youngest, but my oldest one to start preschool at three years old. Today was the BIG day!
She was SO ready for me to drop her off today. (She’s not crying, it’s just really bright!)
She was even more excited when she saw the table all ready to go with play-doh!
I can’t wait to see Emery grow and mature this year. I love this little girl so much, but it’s time for me to let her spread her wings a little. I’m also pumped about what this will mean for me—I’ll have eight hours each week where I can use my time for WHATEVER I want. Here are the things on my list:
- temple (definitely haven’t been going as often as I should—especially since it’s 5 minutes away!)
- volunteer in K & B’s classrooms
- kid-free exercise
Okay, that last one will probably never happen, but I can dream! It is beautiful outside right now, so I think I’ll go out for a run WITHOUT the jogging stroller! What a luxury!