Big Boy

Well, our little man set out to what I call school...I was a mess...I blame it on the hormones...we got there and since it is a center they consolidate rooms until enough staff and kids from his room are there- so he knew no one from our prior visits.

At first, he said bye to me and walked away with his new fake cry saying "mommy" but when I turned to leave the panic set in for him and it turned to wails-

I cheerily waved as you are not supposed to prolong or let them know there is a reason to be sad. My tears started seeping out so I looked to the ground as I trudged through the big kid rooms):

I called before I went to lunch because I wanted to talk to someone who would be with him to tell them he calls his paci his ni-night. I asked if he asked for it at all and she surprisingly said no...and he was having a great day, well behaved.  I asked how long he cried and found out maybe 15 to 20 min- longer than I wanted to hear.  After two days, I already feel like he is more mature- I am anxious for him to be excited to leave me- it would make it a lot easier leaving him...

 

First day of school picture- watching TV

 

How he felt about going I guess...

Another random day when I realized I have been slacking on pics- his crinkled nose smirk 

My boys- Edmond wanted to take a picture with Daddy and then I got a semi smile out of him- cuties