First Day of Preschool

Since Emma was 6 months old, she was at an in-home daycare that we absolutely loved. She was even able to be at the daycare the same time that Elle started, so they were together for a little while. Chaz and I decided that we needed to move her to a preschool because Leah (daycare provider) had mostly babies, and Emma was by far the oldest. We wanted her to be in a setting where she was around kids her own age, and there was a more structured environment.

We found a perfect preschool for Emma to go to that is right around the corner from our house. We started her the Tuesday after Labor Day. The first few weeks were really rough. She cried when we dropped her off every morning, but her teacher said that she was fine after we left. She finally started to make friends and stopped crying when we dropped her off. She constantly talks about how she loves her friends and loves her teachers. She asks me every morning if she is going to "Ms. Hinna's House" (that's her teachers name and what she calls the daycare) today. She gets pretty upset when it's the weekend, but looks forward to going during the week.

As you know, back in June we started potty training Emma. One of the stipulations of getting into her class was that she had to be potty trained. After the first month of potty training, she finally got the hang of things, and I'm so grateful that my mom talked me out of quitting.

Emma is learning so many new things at her school that completely amaze me. I think that the initial transition was a little rocky, but she is doing great now. She even has a little boyfriend named Braden. They get into trouble for kissing in the corner. I know, they are only two. I have my hands full.