Ok, so I finally gave in and put the boys in mother's morning out....they call it preschool but mother's morning out makes me feel less guilty. I can't believe they are 20 months already, they are growing much too fast. I am hoping they will have a wonderful time, learn to talk and give me a chance to get things done! No big deal right? Why then did I feel so bad dropping them off that first day? Much to my delight, they had a great day and were very excited to see me when I picked them up. They were mixed up, wearing the wrong name tags....but hey they were happy, right. Peyton learned to color without eating the crayon.....and Parker slept, in his teachers arms non the less. He never sits still long enough at home to fall asleep, let alone sleep in our arms! The preschool director met me as I was coming in the door...great, it's only been 3 hours what have the boys done now, who did Parker bite? Whew, they were great but a long way from "fitting in" with the rest of the "older one's"....all the other kids towered over them and were light years ahead of them in vocabulary and skills. I took a look at the "younger ones"....ah much bettter, just their size! We forget how little they are compared to kids their age....then I have to remind myself their birthday should be August, not June! Needless to say I had no problem at all droping them off this week!
"dad, I had a GREAT day!"
What's that you've got brother?
Wow, look at the big truck!