Tomorrow is going to be a doozie.
It is the first day of preschool. Now Parker is an old pro – this will be his fourth year at the same school and he is all a-wiggle with excitement. Alas, my sweet Bailey is another story entirely. Bailey, whose infamous antics at the gym child watch have forced me to abandon all fitness efforts. Bailey, whose dramatic sobs at the church nursery send me scurrying to her rescue immediately following the sermon. She’s attached to me, folks, and a forced separation can get downright UGLY.
And regularly scheduled sessions of ugly will commence tomorrow at 9:00 a.m.
Hang in there, baby girl. You can DO this!
So in honor of the wee lass, I thought I’d take a moment to celebrate her finer points. Such as…
Her undeniable fashion sense:
Her dainty, subtle nature:
And, of course, her downright cuteness:
A million peaceful wishes for you tomorrow, my perfect girl. May the force be with you.
(and especially with your poor, unsuspecting teachers…man, are they in for it)
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That is ADORABLE!!! My fingers are crossed! Let’s hope for the best!
Hoping for the best, preparing for the worst! Ha!
Well, her Granbob is always waiting in the wings if she needs me! I remember going with you to take Parker to his first day of school and you were so upset that he DIDN’T cry for you. Oh…when we get what we ask for….! I will be thinking about all three of you in the morning. I LOVE YOU ALL! GB