Charlie Starts Preschool

I'm stuck somewhere between shock and excitement that our baby is in Preschool.  She is attending my mother's private school that is in the daycare Charlie already attends.  The location itself takes away any of the stresses I was going to feel towards big kid school just yet.  I drop her off and pick her up just as I have for the past four years.  But in the afternoon of her day she goes downstairs to the preschool room for three hours Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday.

I started out the big school tradition as any other mother would - with a sign.  I was thrilled that there were garage doors on Steve's shop that I could snap a photo in the same place year after year.  

Charlie is 4 years old

She is 42" tall

Her favorite color is pink

Favorite food is Cheese

Favorite Movie is Brave

Favorite Game is Duck Duck Goose

She wants to be a Chef when she grows up

She loves swimming, horses, dancing, riding her bike

Class of 2037 

So far so good, she seems to take to it pretty well.  I, on the other hand, do not.  School mom is a position I do not excel.  I forgot the very first show and tell day.  Otherwise known as the second day of school.  Ugh.  I'm behind on her ABC book.  Among a list of other things.  I hope that once this house thing settles, life will settle and I can remember all the little details.  It all seems a blur these days.