A very big day.

To say that we have a lot going on right now, would be an understatement. Yesterday was Lauren's first day of preschool.



There had been a lot of angst in the decision to enroll Lauren in preschool (After this, the college application process will be a breeze!). Just about every preschool in our district only lasts a half day. Since Mark and I both work, there isn't anyone available in the middle of the day to transport her where she needs to be. So after much deliberating, we chose a place outside of our district that offers full day enrollment, where she would attend for two days a week.

Upon hearing of our plans, family members, friends, neighbors, the mail carrier, the lady that checks us out at Target, etc., etc., expressed concern about how well Lauren would cope with being away for that long, especially given that she's never been away from family. Despite the desenters, Mark and I had faith that she would be fine.

Leading up to yesterday, Lauren was very excited to finally be going to school. When we dropped her off, she went right over and started mingling with the other children. In fact, she could've cared less when we left.

This was a very good thing, because yesterday was also the day that my parents were moving to their new home, located about a mile from our house. So while Lauren was at school, we were busy transporting various things from one house to another, cleaning, getting furniture into place and just plain ensuring that no one had a nervous breakdown in the process.



It's not everyday that you get to do things like go toliet seat shopping with your parents.

When I checked in with the school mid-day, the teacher said that she was "having the time of her life." As expected, however, she only ate a bite of peach during snacktime and wouldn't try the vegetable soup at lunch. She did eat her cheese crackers though.

Thankfully, the rest of the day flew by, and before we knew it, it was time to pick her up. When we stepped inside the classroom, she was too preoccupied playing with the other kids to notice, so the director called to let her know that we had arrived to pick her up. Did she run over to us, relieved to finally see a familiar face? Were we showered with hugs and kisses?

Absolutely not. She got one look at us, started to shake her head, and then burst into tears because she didn't want to go home. I thought the crying was supposed to happen when you dropped them off?

She was pretty inconsolable all the way to the car. After she calmed down, the first thing she said was:

"I met a boy. His name is Robbie."



Oh, dear.