Olivia has started school - preschool, that is, as she will readily correct you - at our local Montessori School. She loves it, as far as I can tell. At least, she is excited to go back, and that is a good sign, I suppose. She is only in school for three hours a day, but that is plenty, as far as I'm concerned. I like my babies and want to hang out with them. Most of the time.
Nathan took the first day of school off of work (figure that out, if you can), so he was home with us to drop Olivia off and again to pick her up. Which also means that he was home with Elsie and I to ease the transition from three to two. However, daddy was not there the second day, and so Elsie and I had a harder time of things. Here's how it went:
1. We drop off Olivia at school. Here she is in her new school clothes:
2. Elsie and I try to figure out what to do next. By default, we go to the grocery store. Here's what we pick out to eat:
Elsie chooses "Booty" (a.k.a. Pirate's Booty) and Coconut Juice.
I choose coffee with cream and sugar (I make it decaf to justify the splurge) and a raspberry and cheese danish.
Clearly, we are drowning our sorrows in food.
3. I think we took a nap then. I was too sad to remember.
4. We return to school to pick up Olivia. Elsie waits with anticipation by the door:
as the door slowly opens...
...and OLIVIA comes out!! Hooray!
We missed her. But we are getting used to the change. And it is good for all of us. Even if it is a little different.