This is my little kindergartner. Can you believe it? All of a sudden, and especially in this picture, she looks so grown up. Please, someone else tell me they still picture her as a teeny baby.
She had her backpack packed, her school clothes on, her hair done, and she was ready to walk out the door at 9:45 a.m. Unfortunately, afternoon kindergarten doesn't start until 11:50. We had some waiting to do. And lots of reassuring, in between the periods of frantic waiting.
This is her classroom. John says he drove her to school and helped her to line up with the other kindies, whereupon Mrs. Kobb told all the kids to tell their parents to go home, that they'd be fine. I'm glad it was John and not me because I might have burst into tears at that point. He cheerfully walked away.
This face greeted us when we picked her up. Looks like it was a lovely day, doesn't it? I don't think she missed us at all. She tells us she has two teachers (a student teacher as well as her regular one), she made a new friend at recess (whose name was completely immaterial--will we ever know?), and there is one other Olivia in her class--Olivia M. (this is better than the three or four Olivias that were in her preschool class). All in all, a success.
I simply cannot believe I am the mother of a kindergartner. (I also can't believe I have three kids, but that didn't sneak up on me the way this whole "going to school" thing did. ) She's riding the bus to school and home from school today.