So I'm going to sound like a big crybaby when I say this, but I'm going to anyway. My little boy is growing up. Isaac started preschool two weeks ago. I'm not afraid to admit it's made me a little sad thinking about how this is the start of many years of school for him. Then what? College? A mission? Who knows. I totally cried after I dropped him off that first day. Don't judge me. It was sad.
Here he is on his first day.
It's kind of a goofy smile. I couldn't get him to give me a good one.
He likes going for the most part. The last few times he's cried for a few minutes when I first drop him off, but then he's just fine. He's already learned most of the Pledge of Allegiance and several fun songs he likes to sing in the car. I think it will be good for him to be around different kids and have more structure in the day.
