Norah's been counting down to school since last Thanksgiving when she watched her cousins eagerly pack their backpacks for school. She's been talking about riding the bus (which she doesn't) and packing a lunchbox (which, again, she doesn't) but despite those let downs, she was pretty excited to be a big girl and go to preschool. The morning of her first day, she danced around the house shouting "wahoo, preschool!" over and over. She's in a class with her best friend, and when she got in the car after school and I asked her about her day she said, "Vivian kicked me, so I kicked her back." We're off to a good start ...
And in case you were wondering what I looked like on my first day of preschool (you know you were) apparently it was sweater weather 25 years ago, and what you can't see in this picture is my awesome Ducktales bag. Also, can we give a moment of silence for how grateful we are that the days of mutilating pictures for the sake of scrapbooking are over?
