Today was Oliver’s first day of preschool in the 4s class.
I wasn’t as much of a mess as I was last year, though I couldn’t help but get a shot of me and Hazel missing Oliver after we dropped him off. She was trying to cooperate with a pouty lip but she was sleepy and kept losing focus.
He was less nervous too. And – most importantly of all – he did not have a “hiccup” in his lunch like last year! Hallelujah, my child came home in the same clothes he arrived in!
Here are a few more pictures from drop off this morning. (Do y’all like viewing photos Facebook-style, or would you rather I place the photos all in the post? Still figuring out how I want to do things and your input matters.)
When Ryan picked Oliver up from school he was full of stories. Big ones. He reported to Ryan that they went up on the roof, one girl brought 100 dolls to school with her and he planted a peach tree with his class. He also drove a car (with the assistance of some friends) and the letter week was, “RRRROARRRRR!”
I asked him what they had for a snack and he replied that he didn’t know. I asked, “What did it taste like?” and he said, “It toste like vitamins.”
Because, you know, the past tense of “taste” is definitely “toste”.
It’s a good thing we have him in school.
Here’s to a lovely school year, dear son! May you continue to grow in wisdom and stature and in favor with God and man. You are so loved!