She survived her first day of Kindergarten! (And so did I.)
Avery couldn’t wait to get to school. We started off by making french toast with strawberries and chocolate milk. YUM.
Then it was time for the chosen outfit. Oh, the outfit.She helped pick it out last weekend when we went shopping. And last night we made a quick trip to Target to check out their shoe selection. She spotted this fierce pair and declared them “giraffe-like,” so she had to have them (even though they were a full size too big). Ah well, you pick your battles, right? Then it was time for one last shot before we all piled into the car for the official playground send-off.
To be honest, it was a bit chaotic. You’d think since they do this every year, the school would be a bit more organized. But, it was just mayhem — kids running everywhere, no one sure of where to stand… yikes. So I think that freaked her out a little. After about 10 minutes of letting the kids run wild, they called them all to line up. I helped her get in line, but she wouldn’t let go of my hand. Honestly, she was practically ripping my arm off.I just kept telling her how proud I was of her and how exciting this adventure was going to be. She looked up at me and asked, “And you’ll be right behind me?”
Dagger, meet my heart. Ugh.
That’s when the tears started welling up in my eyes. Then the bell rang, and they started marching in. I squeezed her hand, and that was it. She didn’t even look back.
I sat at home with Gavin watching the clock, did a ton of laundry, edited photos, and FINALLY it was time to go pick up my girl! Again, mass chaos, but finally I found her in the crowd and scooped her up. According to her, she had a good day but was too tired for too many questions lol.
I wish I’d had a camera for pick-up though… somewhere along the way, she managed to lose her new headband, spilled strawberry milk on her white shirt at lunch (which I totally anticipated and therefore sent a spare shirt in her backpack which she of course did not change into), and was wearing her jean skirt backwards. Ha! Whoops. Oh, and when I asked her how she managed the bathroom (this was a major concern of mine because all the bathrooms there have the toilet paper on the right which is a bit of a problem for someone with right hemi), she admitted that it went “fine” because she DIDN’T GO ALL DAY! OMG, I would’ve exploded! Back to elastic pants and tennies tomorrow for some added confidence. No more of the fancy stuff.