Preschool

Preschool. How is my baby old enough to be a preschooler? Somehow, someway, time has once again slipped right through my fingers, and my baby is now in school.

We've been talking about preschool for so long it didn't seem as if the day would ever arrive. And then I blinked.

Yesterday was the big day. Marcus was so excited the night before that he had a tough time falling asleep (I, on the other hand had no problem falling asleep - however, our resident newborn thought it'd be fun to party all night long).

Then yesterday morning Marcus woke before me, came to my room, woke me and asked if we could go to school. He was ready.
Me? Not quite as prepared.

The excitement from Marcus was obvious. He wanted to get this school business on the road. I managed to convince him that I needed a picture of his best buddy, Natasha, and him before they started their new adventure.

At drop off Marcus didn't even notice, or care, we were around. He immediately put his lunch box in his little cubby and was off to play.

As we were preparing to leave Scott had to call Marcus back to give us a hug and kiss. I quickly received one of each, followed by a "Bye, mom." And away he went.

I wasn't 10 steps out the door and I lost it. My baby was totally ready to go and I wasn't quite on the same page.

The morning passed quickly, and I couldn't wait for pick-up. For the last three and a half years I've spent almost every single day with my buddy, and I was more than ready to see his sweet face.

Marcus was thrilled to see us, and it was clear he'd had a great first day.
I wrangled my guys for a little first-day-of-school selfie.

And then we celebrated a successful day with a very necessary treat. Donuts!

My little man did such an awesome job and seemed to really love his first day of preschool. I'm sure the donuts were a nice bonus.

Lucky for him he gets to do it all over again today (except maybe we'll get ice cream instead of donuts).