Today was Maggie's first day of Preschool!
We started off with the breakfast of her choice. Chocolate pannycakies.
Here is Maggie's back pack. She got this last year for Christmas and decided she didn't need a new one. Part of me is glad to have saved the $10 but part of me feels like she should have gotten a new one. For what? I don't know. It just must be that "mom guilt".
She did get to pick out a lunch box even though she really didn't need one. Ok, I've absolved myself of the mom guilt - she got an unnecessary lunch box. Her world is complete with princesses and tinker bell. On a side note: we were at Kmart on Sunday and Will pointed to an outfit and kept saying "bell, bell" - I looked up and it was a Tinkerbell outfit. He's so smart!
Phew! Now at least if she has an accident at school, she'll have had clean panties.
Willie had to get out his lunch box just in case.
Maggie showing off her back pack again.
If you can imagine it, we were late getting to school. As I was ready to pack up to leave, Walker all of a sudden decides HE is ready to have is picture taken. I try to calmly explain that "we do not have time for individual pictures. If you wanted a picture today, you should have taken one with your sister on her first day of school like you did with her on YOUR first day of school! Now GET IN THE CAR!"
Maggie showing off her back pack again.
He was not happy about this and dragged his feet until I actually got in the car, put it in gear, and said, "See ya!" then he came running.
We got Maggie through the door a little bit late. That's why I like going back to places I'm familiar with - they know what to expect from us Schwalm's!
So we leave Maggie at preschool, rush home to meet Kevin & Jacob - I'm babysitting today, and get ready to go to the Primary Center where Walker will go to Kindergarten. While we were home for that 15 minutes, Walker manages to get stung by a yellow jacket. We unfortunately had a yellow jacket problem - it wasn't bad until it started getting so cold out, but Sunday night, they started coming in looking for warmth in the house! I called a guy yesterday and had it treated, but even though they are dying, they are somehow getting in the house. We have them in the laundry room and the dining and living rooms. Walker was innocently pushing his truck through the dining room and accidentally put his hand on one and got stung. He freaked out and then freaked out worse because the ice pack I gave him after I treated the sting was . . . wait for it . . .
TOO COLD!
So I load up a 5 1/2 year old, a two year old and a one year old and rush over to Knoch listening to the 5 1/2 year old wailing like a banshee. We get to the turn at the school and I say, "We are almost there" and the tears and wailing instantly stop. We get unloaded and go right into the school. Walker's room is the first one on the right and Mrs. Minner was waiting for all of us to arrive. She led Walker right to a little desk, gave a small speech about the school year, told us what she needed us to do and have for the year and then the kids got to look for their cubby and explore the room. We then headed out to the front of the school so the kids could take a bus
ride to get some experience with the school bus. That was pretty wrenching for me. Walker climbed up the steps to that big bus with no fear and got right on - I could see him walk down the aisle, choose a seat and slide over to the window to look for me. He had a small moment of panic when he couldn't see me right away, but then I waved and he smiled that toothless grin back, and all was OK. They went off on their ride, came back and unloaded and our orientation was over. One hour of complete calm, happy, NORMAL, Walker.
We load up again, pull out of the parking lot and all of a sudden, "WAHHHH!!" Walker's finger started to hurt again. We had some time to kill before picking up Maggie, so we stopped at the grocery store and picked up some popsicles and milk and then went to pick her up. The crying and wailing commenced yet again. And again, the ice bag was too cold.
Once at Maggie's school, I saw one of Walker's old preschool buddies, Kendyl. I said, "Hey, Walker, I see Kendyl. Want to get out and see her?" and the crying stopped and he came into the building with me. We waited patiently and soon we saw these little critters emerge from
their classroom, not quite understanding how to proceed in a straight line.
Once home, Maggie told me she learned about the "letter song, sitting on the carpets, and kiss koss sauce." Which is "criss cross-applesauce" the new terminology for sitting "Indian style" or crossed legged on the floor.
Overall, she had a very fun day. I feel a little guilty because the day was not anything like it was Walker's first day of school. There was no moments of quiet and calm - we hurried through the morning and there was little time to anticipate how Maggie was doing at school while we waited for her at home. I suppose it was a good thing - it's inevitable when you have multiple children. I try to remind myself of the saying that "Fair" isn't that everybody gets the same thing but that everybody gets what they need - and Maggie did. She doesn't know that her first day of preschool was any different than Walker's first day of preschool - but I do. I guess I'm just going to have to get used to all the differences and realize ways to make the differences special. It's hard for me because I'm the one that wants to make these memories special for the kids, but I don't think they really will remember anything I did or didn't do. Who knows? I'm
sure in 10 years, I'll get an earful from their therapists.
Maggie got to pick what we eat tonight since it was her special first day of school and of course, she chose "Rabioli." Hopefully over supper we will all be able to sit down and talk about the day in a more calm manner, let the kids tell their stories and have some fun. I'm sure if I ever look back at this blog and read this entry, I will be shocked at what actually happened vs. what I remember happening.
Hopefully I'll never forget this:
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